Not Angsty. Not Depressed. Just Talking Out Loud.

Dark branches crisscross into the distance, and from where I’m staring, it’s as if a dark archway is between two straight trees and the sky is opening up only above the mess of branch.

Once upon a time I used to wonder if patterns like that meant anything. Now I know they do, and I pay less attention to them as a consequence.

– I’d be a really bad psychologist: it probably isn’t a good thing to look at the test results and repeatedly go “who cares.” –

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