I’m happy. I get to take vacations whenever I want, for months at a time. How many people get to do that? I couldn’t do the five days a week, two weeks a year off thing. I just couldn’t.
We started talking about the summer and how worried she was that I was becoming depressed then… Honestly I had forgotten all about it. I was sad this summer. I can’t believe I forgot about that.
So now I’m thinking too much, trying to figure out why specifically I was so out of it this summer. Maybe because I didn’t take any solo trips. Maybe because I didn’t have my own room, or because people kept canceling on me when I tried to make plans.
Or maybe my brain is just that way. Sends me down into the abyss sometimes. It’s okay though. I can always see the light up there.
Hmm. Don’t know.