there is no single point of trauma that I can think of to explain how or why i react the way that i do. we were never poor, i was never molested, i have no near-death experiences i can recall.
and yet, there is a recurring darkness that threatens to overcome me, that overwhelms me at certain points in my life.
and more often than not, the only way out is into the darkness.
random musings on random things at random hours. do not take seriously, or personally. WARNING: posts may be cryptic, so if you think it's about you, it probably isn't.
Monday, July 20, 2020
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