Everything's Alright This Sunday Night
At which point does my life become my own again in such a manner that these nightmares fall off and my mental health stops being worrisome?
This weekend may have done damage though it shouldn't have. But what things start as they don't necessarily end up as.
The real need in me for stability and comprehension that could bring an even greater stability I don't hide in the least.
Will Will work out? I certainly have that impression and there remains hope as he has a very relaxed manner which helps and goes far toward making life really laid back, so I don't fight the positive aspects.
The unconditional love from my pets has my depression slightly eased. And it's time to put this down and call Ein up to sleep with FP and me. And whichever cats choose to join us.