43 year-old sometimes poet, stuck in the mundane world of the real, always looking for the thing to spark his creativity. On weekends, I volunteer at a local home for retired go-go boys. Oh, and I'm gay.
Man, depression is a BITCH. I've felt so down tonight. I can't shake it. And oddly enough, I can't put my finger on what's causing it. I just want to crawl into bed, cover my head with the blankets, and sleep until 2009.
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