It's been more than a month, the longest I've ever gone between entries, and sadly, I don't care one bit. I thought about writing maybe five times since the last time but then thought, "What the hell do I have to say?" and didn't. I don't have anything to say. I could talk about how crappy I felt and how I slowly crawled out of it thanks to Lexapro, the antidepressant I was prescribed. I'm taking a double dose. That's how mucho crappy I felt. So now I don't hope I have a brain tumor or a car accident every single day, but I have yet to find any sort of direction. I'm as lost and scattered as ever, and that doesn't make for good reading. And it doesn't make for good writing either. I can't keep a thought for long, and when I do, there are much more important things on which to focus. Things pretty well fell apart for me, and I have a lot of pieces to pick up and set right.

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