I thought that I was done with it, I really did! I was really better the past few days. But depression has set in again. I hate it! I want to be normal, get a job (all of you know that I do have a brilliant side), and get back with my family.
Not likely. My garden is ready to pick, and I have not the energy to do anything to make it so. Melancholia is a curse that I have lived with, off and on, for half a century now. For a couple of weeks I was over it, but that was just because of a fantasy.
Now, never concern yourselves that I will do anything rash. I will live until I die, and will not die from my own hand.
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