|03:50 pm - lessons|
The depression is hitting me hard right now. I think I've made some kind of progress somehow, then I am easily shown how much this is not really the case. I always have trouble with orders of magnitude. No, I don't want to talk about it, unless you can somehow arrange for me to spend the rest of my life soaking in hot sulfer springs and writing poetry. What things I could manage, with access to brimstone, and ink, and paper. What things.