How can I make my grandfather's face light up by saying that even though I working at BB, I will meet him and Dr. Swede for pie? If I were him I'd be disgusted with me or pity me at best.
I don't understand.
That's what Zub does. That what Clinical Motherfucking Depression does.
You may see good things in the world but they aren't connected to you. It's impaired vision.
No matter what anyone says, no melodrama involved, I owe my parents an apology and a have failed badly.
But I stay alive...for what, I don't know...but I stay alive. Above ground, as Dad says.
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