rain dust
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So much potential and so much waste. Everywhere, everything. It has been thundering for the last 3 hours and, so far, no rain. Stacks and stacks of joy, yet no happy. Why?
i hate reading entries about 2 things: people talking about their mental illness/sadness/emofits and long and excessively drawn out dream explanations. so i think, internet, i will be succinct and give you the straight story in as few words as possible.
i have an appointment with a psychiatrist in 2 weeks.
and it just started raining. so maybe there is hope.