Just to make things clear, I am also sick to death of complaining, of writing about being depressed, of talking about being depressed, of being depressed. Maybe I will try to ignore being depressed.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
No comments:
Post a Comment