When I was a kid I was often told to make the most of my
childhood because once I'm out in the
real world, it's all downhill...
I wonder if
this is what they meant.
Recently I've actually been affected by a
gut-twisting event that has made me feel sick to the stomach, and whilst I wont go into it here, I'm almost at the point where going to live in a remote cave somewhere doesnt seem like such a bad idea (as long as the cave had electricity). I don't feel safe anymore, and I fear for the safety of the people I care about, and I think it's going to get worse before it gets better. Oh, and
sorry for the bummed out attitude lately. This was more of a therapeutic release than an amusing annecdote. I belive its not good for the soul to stay in this sort of mood for too long so I'll pick up the mood a bit next time... I
promise.
