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Why I Love Depressive Work
I wrote this last summer, a few months after graduating, but I forgot to actually post this. It’s a good expression for where my mind was at the time. I’ve made many a friend over the years. Some close, and some less so. Many of them I have good memoires with. A couple of them I have bad memories with…those ones tend not to be friends anymore. But there’s a select few that I’ve been able to turn bad memories into good recollections with…and those are the ones that stick with me.