It becomes pretty sad in life when you’ve lost all sense of purpose and direction after you have experienced the worst year of your entire life. Death. Moves. Break-ups. Fails and so on. Yet after all of this you are the one that is expected to pick yourself up and move along. Without hashing out all of the nasty elements, they simply do not go away. They sit around like the pile of dust under your bed during winter hibernation.
Vent done.
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