I want to write here more, but I feel like all my laughter is gone, even the dark stuff.

I'm working. It's fine. I think I'll get laid off soon, which will be good.

I don't want to be a whiner. I don't want to scream into the void and demand to be comforted. I just want to swim again, instead of all this heavy dark water.

I'm still having health problems. Every stupid goddamned person offers their ridiculously simplistic advice.

I'm taking a pottery class. It's fine, but it's too easy. I want harder and faster. I want electricity, and this class doesn't even make my fingers tingle.

That's enough. I'm fine. I can put one foot in front of the other, and it's fine. The cats are happy.

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Rosie

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