I just realised that when I formatted my computer last month I lost the autobiography I spent a year wrighting. Even though it was a depressing pile of shite and I didnt ever intend on having it published, It feels kind of sucky to have lost something I emptied so many of my emotions into. I will probably never write another one since its purpose was to clean out all horrible things, memories of abuse and suicide attempts from my life and now they are but distant barely visisble things.
Than again knowing my luck the next pit of despair is just a few steps ahead in by the glear of these bright shiny days free of deprression I am currently enjoying.
Than again knowing my luck the next pit of despair is just a few steps ahead in by the glear of these bright shiny days free of deprression I am currently enjoying.