Depression is a potent catalyst. Especially for someone not used to its company...or is not expected to. In a way, you know, it's like the sun. You expect so much from it - it will be warm but not hot, pleasant but not torturous, and it should never, ever set. But, guess what? It does.
So what do you then? You apparently start a blog...
How is it that you miss certain things in certain people? Rather, you want to - till it becomes almost impossible to figure out where the face ends and the mask begins. And why does it happen over and over and over again?
The next note from the edge will happen when the sun rises...
