Obviously I'm still down (to be fair what did you expect, its only been a week since I last wrote you). I lack any and all motivation or energy for anything. I feel my blood boiling at the slightest sign of inconvenience and I'm mean, really mean.
I created a bucket-list some months back and one thing listed stands out: Say everything I'm thinking for a day. Whether it mean, inappropriate, sassy.. whatever I think, say.
I'm not sure whether its my depression or if I really don't care about things as much, but I've started to do this more and more. Like when I sneezed into my hands and some girl at a bar called me disgusting, I made sure to defend myself... only for her to immediately back down and say she was kidding. Or when some one stole my parking spot, I made sure to call him out. Nothing happened in either case, but it honestly felt good to call those people out.
I started a book a while back. Everything that I personally think is to cause for the lack of common sense and common courtesy. I stopped writing when I was almost done. I never organized and I never pursued. But that's it. I've had enough.
And so it begins, the tale of book writing to the masses...
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