The gentle rain could not calm the uproar inside my head. Blurred lights whiz by, the chatter of engines come and go as I sit in a cafe partly working on an essay, partly dreading tomorrow’s conversations. 449 more words
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“Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.