visionfromacrash

So, I don't know why things like this happen.

I recently cut a quote un quote Monkey off my back, and it felt great for a while, because I felt independant. I felt...strong for once.

Isn't there a Phil Collins song about this?

And of course, like all good things, it ended before I could appreciate it. I really don't like being strong anymore-for anyone. Not just myself, not just those who look up to me.

Heh. Anyone who looks up to me is asking to be let down.

Its even gotten to the point where I'm not sure my stabilizers are working-I've got to call ye olde head shrinker about it, but I really haven't felt like it. Another side effect? Je ne sais pas.

I'll put on the best face I can and brave it through Ohayocon. I hate lying to people, but sometimes it feels like good people and worthwhile heros only exist in comic books.