For the first time in I don't know how many months, I don't feel depressed. I can't remember the last time I was this happy outside a football pitch. After work out I felt positively euphoric. I've been meaning to go back to the gym for ages now; I've been sending them money every month, I just haven't accompanied the money. But today I went, and it was fantastic. Now, my arms are shaking like mad and my back is hidden somewhere in all that pain, but it feels great. Having lived with myself for the better part of 27 years, I know depression drive might be just around the corner. But I have every intention of enjoying the fuck out of this while it last. Maybe I'll even draw some tonight. That is, if my would just calm down a little bit.
Also, I love every one of you. Except you and you and you. You can go fuck a poisonous plant.
This post has been edited by Satan: 22 July 2012 - 05:00 PM