Blue... but thats it.
Fall is usually my "blue" season. I'm not depressed, and when I feel I am getting a bit darker than "blue" I wrangle myself into remembering a time back on Gardner Ave. I dont want to be that person ever ever again. I do beleive I was "depressed" that time. I was standing at my sink before Jack, before Andy, after Tim. Gray zone. I would call Tim hundreds of times in a day, let it ring, let the machine get it and just listen...... "It's Tim, I can't get the phone, just leave me a message." I would just record... nothing. I had said, screamed, cried, begged it all before. By this time, I was empty. So I would record just ... air. I would hang up. call again. again, again. Enough so I would record his entire machine then it wouldnt pick up anymore. The sink was full of dishes, a broken glass just found its way into the palm of my hand. I rememebr squeezing it... slowly. It would break my skin and I'd losen m...