Last day tomorrow.
Going to go for a walk in the morning, maybe take the dog out.
I’ll get my haircut. I feel all unkempt.
Might have a shave, might not. Only shaved a couple of days ago.
I’m just going to spend the afternoon sitting in the garden, staring at the sky.
Even if the heavens open, I’ll be out there.
Like some lonely sentry, guarding his post to the last man.
I think about how far I’ve come in the past two years.
And I realize I’m right back where I started.
Fuck.
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Heya, just to let you know, although you don’t know me, your posts and replies, really touched me. You seem like a really great person, kind and empathetic. Just full of pain and hurt. I hope with all my heart you find some hope it can get better.. But know you’ve helped people even on here
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If you think about it life is exactly like a board game. You go round and round and can get back several spaces due to a bad dice throw. You can end on a bad spot or in a winning one, just out of pure luck. Sorry if that sounded random but it was the first thing that came to my mind when i read “i’m right back where i started”… and i also relate hugely to that.
If you are out of dice rolls… i can only wish you peace and hope you are going to be better. If not… who knows, maybe the next roll might be better.
holy cats that board game shit was deep
Hey Matt. I feel like my last day will be something like that, too. Going through the motions til the last breath. And why not? Just like this clown: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9-kM-guQtk