Here comes my low again and it doesn't seem to matter to remember past high points when they all seem like lies. and its hard to forget that low being it threw me in with that last single blow. and the cold days approach me, my season of love, and its all coming back to me now. I spent so much time avoiding contemplating, and the warmer days hid them away as it left me. But the cold days approach me, my season ofo love, and its all coming back to me now.
i can't skate. i can't go climbing. i can't play soccer. i can't run. i feel confined to home, either computing, video gaming, or some time with my guitar.
the result leaves time to think.
i spent an hour yesterday with my snowboard... just looking at it... feeling it... studying its marks. putting it on...
i know it all sounds really grim, but i don't feel depressed. i just am not sure what to do with myself. but i myself am doing alright.
