here i am again. wandering through my life. where not everything makes sense and where that is ok. where i can traipse through threads of memories.

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am i out of my fog of depression? perhaps. will i slip back into it if i go off the drugs? i don't know. but i do know that i can do things now. i can make plans, i can think about things i want to do - projects, books, website, wacky art and know that i actually can do them. it's the desire that has come back. and my ability to give a shit.

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and another thing ... things i write here in my online diary are just that. they are things that i write here and are not necessarily a window to my soul. nor are they necessarily a sure-fire clue into my motivations or desires. they're sometimes just things i write for the sake of expression.

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in case anyone asks, i do give a shit. and then some.

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"kisses are a better fate than wisdom..." -- e.e. cummings

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