Bonus points if you get the title. I was not a fan of March. I wasn’t a fan of myself in March. Not a big fan of myself right now. I feel like shit. Not sick. Just like a giant piece of shit. Let’s start this over shall we? This has been a really rough
The posting was a simple one but in reality it said a lot, “Depression is an evil nasty little bitch and I absolutely refuse to let it win. If I’m being honest, it’s got a pretty good lead on me right now.” It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in the parking lot at
Somewhere With Regret 