To get into the spirit with the rest of the Chicago northside, and because I don’t drink alcohol, I’m making this big statement. I hope I’m not setting myself up for a hangover…
Ready or Not…to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Joy doesn’t feel welcoming. Listening to our pain would be.
It’s a new Cold War, but this time it’s just us.
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