Posted on July 6th, 2010 by Scraps.
Categories: Badness, Recovery, Words.

I'm probably going to write again. Probably. It's very hard now, but I'm realizing that not writing is harder; so I must. Writing is my self-definition, and even though I suck right now (don't argue, it's true by my own definition), not writing would mean I'd be a different person, and, really, I don't know how.

My thoughts are scattered still. I'm sitting here, trying to gather them. They're mostly outside my grasp.

One thing: Sometimes I am very depressed. That's going to be my favorite thing to write about. Well, not being depressed, but the specific manifestations of my stroke. I certainly don't mind if you go away.



Comment on July 7th, 2010.

I'm not going anywhere, Scraps. You are very much on my mind, and I want to read whatever words you have to write, however spelled, in whatever order you put them.


Comment on July 8th, 2010.

Thank you very much.


Comment on July 9th, 2010.

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere either. I'd rather see that you're writing than not hear anything from you at all.


Comment on July 11th, 2010.

I like reading what you write too and am up for hearing whatever it is you want to say about whatever it is you want to write about.

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