*Listening to Strange love* by Depeche Mode
Thank fuck that this depression is clearing, man it's rough. ROUGH.. fuck! You always think, well, ill never let myself get that bad again.. and it creeps up on you.
My mortality.. the fact that I lost four people that I cared about within a year, the damn illnesses.. red rest..My own sick head, stuck inside it ugh..
*personal jesus* DP
reach out, touch faith.....yeah right.
I feel like jogging, getting into shape hittiing it hardcore again, then my heart lets me no "yo, slow down" oi..I miss walking.. with jams on..just kinda unwinding.I've started slow.. stretching, squats etc. We will see how it goes...ooh just did ten half sit ups.. sweet.
*too shy kaja googoo*
Ah Limahl..
I wish I had the body that I did as a teenager. It was kick ass but I didnt even really care. I just worked out cuz ut felt good. I remember jogging ahhhh the rhythm, the sweat. Someday I will again.
Anyways, that fuckin depression is gone .. yay.
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