Well I’ve been at work since 5:30.
Tonight I need to air some things. Seven years ago today was the last time I was who I was before what happened. On that day, my life along with the lives of many other people changed. That day wasn’t as severe for me as it was for may others, but it was significant enough that part of me disappeared. Only recently have I found that part of me again, but I did a lot of things in between then and now.
My soul is stained, the way was lost, and I am thankful that the pain was not too much.
I wake up everyday glad to be breathing, refreshed and renewed and for a time oblivious to the world. I am thankful for that, many people don’t feel that way when they wake.
I want to thank all of you that follow me (except the bots), and those that I follow. You all have improved my life in ways that words cannot describe adequately, which is something considering my only protection has ever been words.
P. David Jones
Tomorrow marks 7 years. Fuck
"Dead is dead and it ain’t no different than walking around if you ain’t living
Living in fear’s just another way of dying before your time”-Drive-by Truckers
That’s been stuck in my head most of the day.