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Ok Yatte, I'm gonna give this blog thing a go. I'm not a very exciting writer, my diary tends to read more like a shopping list. The only time it gets more involved is when I have my bad times. In a thousand years if anyone came across my ramblings they'd think I had an awful bloody life. Yes I've had to go through bad stuff but no more than anyone else I suppose. Sometimes it's those very things that make us appreciate the good thing and keep them precious. I could say if I had my life over I would avoid those bad things but then I'd be a different person wouldn't I?

I recently had quite a bad stint with the blues and on some or other scary level it inspired my to write a poem about it. It is a bit dark but totally shows how I feel about this. Here goes, my first attempt at poetry and that even with some dark subject matter.

Depression

I am sinking,
deeper and deeper,
into this black hole of despair.

The darkness surrounds me,
like a blanket of black snow.
It chills me to the bone,
and fills my soul with pointless pain.

The darkness are my friend,