salience
October 9, 2004
I kept pushing you away to see if you'd come back, and you did. Everytime. This depression isn't me, just something I have to deal with. I'm not alone. And no one can really feel what I'm going through, understand what it's like. But that's true of any situation. Individual experience is all perspective. I was trying to blanket everything. I mean, I knew you were affected, but I didn't realize how much control I had over how you were affected. The idea of it being me, but not at the same time. I can't lose my grip on who I am when I get sad. ...yeah, it's been a long eight months of not realizing that until now, indeed.
lasaliente, 18:42
