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Hey Rabble,
I'll open up a bit. This time of the year is tough on my depression. Seems like it's always ****ing dark.
Today was the last day this shitty diner was open. It used to be good. Anyway when I first discovered it was really ****ing good. It was when my mom was dying of cancer. Literally going there alone was my "safe space" for those few hours all the stress and sadness of seeing her dying was my getaway to some good food with interesting people watching and good oldies music being played. I didnt smoke or drink back then going there was literally my get away how stupid is that? I was the first customer in line today. The meal ****ing sucked I didnt even finish it which probably added to my depression but it also brought back all those memories of the shit I went through with my mom and even the good times. Sorry this post is emo. Just know theres people struggling with ya and I'm always here to talk. Things will get better brother.
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