Yesterday was me in despair. No light at the end of the tunnel, let alone switch to turn it on ...
drenched in recent months of bad news about cancer, mortality causes bizarre, and other ailments in the family, I fell into those moments of weakness. Melancholy is a nasty cycle where it does not come as easily as it seems.
But today, some very good things started to appear. As I tend to exaggerate sometimes, I'm curled euphoria at times. And for once, I'm not sorry.
Oh, maybe a tad. Nothing more. And no, I will not give excuses for that look of happiness so volatile, I want to take a deep breath. Thank
life!
I get up slowly. Suffice it to resombrer not in the spleen, avoid traps and believe that the fog always ends up. With the help of Galarneau, if necessary.
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