 12 february 2000 inexplicable funk mo betta blues say i've got ya covered my man stay low, wait it out The thing that bugs me the most about feeling this down (I hesitate to use the word "depressed," since I don't think I'm _that_ troubled) is that I cannot put my finger on what's causing it. I've been thinking about it all week, and I've begun to make some revelations, but they're nothing I'm ready to write about. I'm scaring the shit out of myself with questions of who I really am and what I'm really meant to be doing with my life. I close my eyes to visions of music, corporate america, my future children and family, a thousand potential lives-of-me playing kaleidoscopic on the backs of my eyelids. Which path do I choose? ~~~ one year ago: too lazy to write.
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