All I do is rant and talk in circles.
picture is from “My Demon Lover,” because its bad ass and the movie brings me joy. now the bullshit crying on a BLAHG stuff. To be honest, I’m depressed. A few weeks ago on February 7, a random alarm went off on my phone. It said “YorN.” What the fuck was that Damien? Why you writing this stupid shit! Yorn? What’s a yorn? What was I even reminding myself of? Then it hit me. Last year in February, I had resigned from my first teaching job do to a toxic environment, some of the things I had going in writing were unraveling, and I was facing the very heavy realization that I didn’t really have any friends to talk to. So my overly dramatic diva ass was crying and taking a bubble bath while drinking and typed that reminder. It meant “yes or no,” it was asking myself if I wanted to go ahead and try to unalive myself again. I remember making a promise to myself that it was the last time, if I didn’t do it then, I couldn’t entertain that idea ever again. Imagine, if you ...