What good does it do to write about things from the past?
Is it edifying? does it cleanse the soul? no...
Writing does not make horrible events go away...it does not make them better...writing forces me to focus on an event I would much rather forget...
Does it help? I don't think so....and really, does anybody even care? no, maybe my dog, but he can't read!
I was told my writings of my experience and situation can and could help others in the same position...well, only if they read my stuff....nobody does...and I don't blame them...who would want to read about a shit, depressed life?
Life is rank enough without reading about somebody else shit life...
I wish I had positive things to say....but I don't. I wish I could say that by writing and starting this blog, I am on my way to mental recovery, but I am not.
I am still that lost, stupid, lonely, piece of flesh that was accidentally born and accidentally raised...floundering around trying to get my footing on a slick slope...
this is my accidental life...
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