Lonely December night

And I’d give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to

It’s December, it’s 11:55 PM on a Tuesday night.

“Who the fuck has the Goddamn gall to call this house on a Tuesday night?”

That’s Mad Max, Jordan’s father in The Wolf of Wall Street in that hilarious phone scene.

In any case, I’m sitting here, just… feeling empty. I haven’t been checking Facebook as much these days, because that brings me the hell down, too. In general because of how dumb people all are, as well as because of it being December now, people are posting photos of themselves doing things that I wanna do, too, but I end up finding that I really just like the idea of doing those things. When it comes to actually doing things, I’m often just… inactive.

And it’s one of those periods again when my Ex just doesn’t seem to ever be completely out of my mind. She creeps back every so often and I’ve realized that I’d never be over her until there has been someone who I’ve been into, someone who has replaced her at least on the “butterflies” level.

But I really just don’t care about anyone else. A lot of time has passed and I really just still… like when I go on Tinder, I see a lot of women, but I just don’t see any of them by my side. I just don’t.

Shit’s gotta give, cuz shit’s gonna be tough if it stays this way.

Fuck.

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This is my De(com)pression Chamber, a vehicle I use to (com)municate my thoughts to decompress as I, hopefully, emerge from the depths of depression.

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Decompression Chamber

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This is my De(com)pression Chamber, a vehicle I use to (com)municate my thoughts to decompress as I, hopefully, emerge from the depths of depression.

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