You know when you don't want to get out of your house because that's where you're safe but then you leave and frantically clean up all the shit that piled up annd jet out the door and finally take a breath and go "oooooh, ok, right. I've been hella depressed
We all get there, some of us more then others. I am in a constantly challenfing and changing relationship with mine. And like a frog in hot water, I didn't realize the temp was THAT high. I thought it was just ... you know.. lukewarm bathwater you shoul dhave gotten out of like half an hour ago
This isn't a PSA because I don't want to preach. And its not something to make fun of (though comedy is a lifesaver, more on that some other time Needy Sweetie comic of me getting my mugshot taken.
I just thought it would be fun to show my emo poetry, the stuff that flowed out of me, the photography that impressed me for me for once. Inspiration is hard to grasp when you're in a fog and dealing with a bunch of personal shit.
So YES. this IS a PSA. Its accessible to you, and its the LAST THING you want to do, dude try to force yourself out the door. If you always drive, take a bus. If you bike, then walk. And then lose your phone. Leave it at Vaughn Mills while youre hair is going bananas and you genuinely understand what you look like to people (greasy and just happy the house got clean in time for the petsitter).
Just go man. Bring stuff that makes you happy, buy a crossword puzzle book from wal mart, get a book from the library, borrow some DVDs for the crusty media player that never sees the light of the day. Change your ennvironment. And then laugh at the emo words that fly out of you while you lay down listening to crickets.
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