Hey Mud Puddle November 17, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Depression , trackbackSoleil loves this Book. The girl is attacked by a mud puddle. She is calmly playing when out of no where, a mud puddle jumps on her.
Yesterday, out of no where, depression jumped on me. By dinner, I was barely functional.
Today is not better.
I am getting tired of this shit.


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sending you hugs…I’ll email you too.
Yes, big hugs and virtual chocolate. Is there anything I can do?
Oh I hate that. And I know exactly what you’re talking about. Crap.