Dancing Nancies...

I'm in one of those moods again. Tired, stressed, and frustrated with life. Cigarette hits my lips and the smooth taste of menthol fills my lungs. Breath in.... Breath out... Ahhhh. Dave plays softly in the background. His words swirl around my head stirring up thoughts i would normally try to keep at bay. Thoughts of that summer in San Diego. My mind begs to know who i would be if i just stayed at home that summer. "Could i have been anyone other than me?" Flows from the speakers and stirs up even more thoughts in my mind. Where would i be if i never signed my life away? I think of all the bridges i've burned and all the people i've let down over the years. With each thought i slip further into self-loathing and closer and closer towards another bout with depression.  "I am who I am, I am who I am, Who am I?" A question i keep asking myself. What is my purpose? What have I become? Could I have been a dancing nancy?

It's time for sleep.

Lets pray tomorrows a better day...