I know it's been a minute since I wrote. I guess everything has been going fineish, or at least manageable. "I'm handling" as you would say. And it's not like things are getting any less hellmouthy around here in the life of a comedian, I think I'm getting stronger and more capable of dealing with the demons. (Mostly inner demons.) But obviously, even though I'm getting funnier, smarter, more empathetic, kinder... I'm still struggling and I still slip up and fail a lot, especially socially. My social life is like the vampire that hurt you, even though you were better, in season five. "I'm in the best physical shape of my life. I mean, if you're asking how it happened..." And maybe it'll always be that way.
love,
Babs
I am the least depressed I've ever been in my life since I was 12 years old but I still keep making mistakes and acting like a depressed person. I keep letting myself fail because it's familiar. Giving up is so much easier than trying. Hiding is so much easier than letting people in. I wish I had a secret worth keeping, like my friends pulled me out of heaven. I wish I had something like that to give me a reason to feel nothing but guilty, but I don't. I can't be season six all my life, can I?
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