this week.

So far, juat another week. Nothing remarkable to post.. 

Im not hearing much anywhere.

My suicidal friend is still hanging in there. They had been hosptiaized and medicated, and are trying to keep on, but still very depressed and stressed. They were looking for a job..but now they are not sure they can work. I cannot begin to understand the years of torment and depression..the need to hide it all to appear to function.

My heart goes out to them..I wish there was more I could do.

I hope they find a way to continue..I hope it improves enough to allow them to continue with less grief.

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I have no one I am focused on..

I am just working and keeping up with sleep and repairs..I have plenty to do..I just need to keep up, and try to have ambition....

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I have settled into a routine.. work.. and chores, weekend bar visits..by my self.. have a few drinks and be around people.  But.. be alone.

Thursdays have been the local bar for dinner after work..and fridays the work bar for dinner break.. some times take out sometimes dine in..

Saturdays dinner out w L and J. Maybe the local after we get back.. .Sundays... Sleep in...and chores or repairs..  house maintenance or car..

I may go to the local for a few.. more alone time with people.. sleep in on Mondays and house chores or radio.. then walking with My friend.. and dinner..

A routine..that lets the days go by.. relatively unnoticed.

Like me..relatively unnoticed.

..I type this..sitting in a bar..waiting for our food order..surrounded by people..alone.

.... Routine.

This is me and my existence..

... Alone...

Among strangers..

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Yes, a cute girl at the end of the bar.. 

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R