I don't care who you are; I don't care what you say to me; I don't care how much money you make or what kind of fucking retirement you have lined up for yourself; if you don't move me, I will have absolutely nothing to do with you. I am alone now just as I will be when I die. I do not have time to hang around with any woman who does not move me. I would rather be moved, not sexually because that is a given and need not be brought up; I am talking about really grabbing my attention in more ways than are currently being contemplated now. Then again, I am completely worthless. Does this sound familiar?
I can go further than that and further still leading to a large mound of depression shit, but why? Anyone who knows anything about depression will tell you how fucking miserable it is. In a depressive state, the last thing I ever want to do is get involved with someone like me. Does this feel similiar to what is happening in your life? Misery loves company and shit is right the fuck on. I know people who, presented with better things free of charge, looked the other way toward the familiar depressive darkness; when standing at the crossroads. Change, any change is rediculously difficult, especially when what is being left has been comfortably adjusted to even though the whole damn thing was a lie and a fuck fest to begin with. Does this sound familiar? Yes it's true, many depressed people have a tendency to be a tad bit on the obsessive side and some have difficulty keeping the car parked in the garage. Still other people obsess about things like wrestling, politics, school, work, and blah blah blah. Whatever the case may be, all the obsessive behavior and baby making will get you into an adaptive world that runs counter to the ideas you had before you became this new obsessive you.
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