Dear world,
Suck my cock. Suck it down and choke on it until you die.
Everywhere I turn, everything I read, all I see is darkness.
Depression, separation, death, pain, suffering, misery, sadness, anguish.
So many people are writing about their depression or their pain. So many of my friends. People I care about fiercely.
Two weeks, I saw a plea for help.
Last week, I read about a relationship being questioned.
On Monday, I saw a retreat from the world.
On Tuesday, my best friend was broken. She's rebuilding, but I fear that her optimism will never be the same. That her capacity for love has been damaged. That her light has dimmed.
On Wednesday, I got to listen to a close friend sob while she shoved her dead cat into her freezer until she could dispose of him the next morning.
I just can't do it. I don't want to see what horrors Thursday has to bring. But I have to. I have to be the boss. The friend. The spouse. The party organizer. The comedian. The consistent one. The reliable one.
And I will. Because that's what I do.
