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Towing the line
If I cannot have the glorious warmth of the lady's arms, I'll settle for a decent game. I'm going to pick up a bit of fiction, either a good book or a new game to keep my mind busy while I mull over the good chance that I am fundamentally ill. And will be for the rest of my life. That I am in fact chronic depressive. It's a hard thing for me to come to terms with, even though I've always known that I probably was. Before however, I could always blame it on some traumatic event, a definite causation. In retrospect I realize that was just rationalization. The events were only onset factors, and my reactions have been out of balance. Not by much, but by enough. I've got to find something to take my mind of this. I can't keep dragging this along behind me, checking my knots and nots like some ancient mariner. Self-analysis is useless right now, I lack the strength to act on what I find. Just have to pull it together and wait. The pain will slip.
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