Augra De Melrose is the nom de plume of a very crabby old crank.
The fucking End
I have these old habits of thought that keep me from moving forward and progressing toward the life I want. They upset and piss me off, sometimes I cry over ancient history just to, you know, freshen them up. I've created some pretty big belief systems that are just too heavy to carry around anymore but the accompanying habits are far too easy to lean on. Depression and addiction during a pandemic, now there's a combo from hell. It's like perpetually dusting the trophy cabinet of fuckery instead of creating my best life in the lab.
Patience, forgiveness and just resolutions. I'm no writer, per se. I'm just a simple human being, a drop in the ocean of all that exists.