I dreamt about you this morning. You were back and I was touching you. I remember that you were not safe in the dream, and you were very sick. It's crazy but I am still crying now, I still miss you. My life is difficult now, I long for contact with you. Just hanging out with you. Oh, Bouboule j't'aime tellement, et puis c'est tellement froid la vie depuis que t'es parti. Les gens me font peur.
November 24th, 2005. As I write this, I am definitely not... connected. Read more →
I remember reading Prozac Nation in bed, while not on Prozac then, while listening to the song Milk, while being depressed Read more →
At a time when I was compulsive about researching and spending money on “natural products” (I could afford it, then), I stumbled over a web site that claimed in 800,000 words that magnesium could cure depression. The guy who maintains the web site, George Eby, is on to something. Read more →