It’s a lonely night walking these streets
with the bright store fronts shining on my gloomy eyes.
I grow tired of doubt and second place,
but I can’t imagine not wanting to fight anymore.
Life can get old like faded denim.
How does one become ready to go?
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Which sat in my cupboard for almost two years
because I was too sentimental to open it,
or perhaps was slightly nervous I’d get drunk off of it,
no matter how preposterous that sounds.
The tea that she left on my desk
when I was too sleepy to wake up and say goodbye.
Which she left next to her note and [...]
So there was this article, “Secondhand Blues,” in the October issue of Psychology Today about how socially contagious depression is among friends, acquaintances and family. Of course, since it’s psychology, it’s your parents’ faults. It’s always your parents.
But seriously, it intrigued me enough to summarize and write about it. It spoke about how parents, depressed [...]
