Liveblogging from the Prop 8 hearing in California

here.

Depression and the writer

Reading this was gut-wrenching. He was vastly smarter than me, and more gifted. He was also much sicker. On the other hand, I wonder if I survived and he didn't just because I just gave up more easily.

It makes me feel like a coward, but why? I'm the one who's alive. Doesn't that count for something? To disapprove of that is sick in its own way.

I don't like myself very much after reading this.

God, I thought I was fucking over this.*


*Letting the wrriters block win in the end, I mean.

Shit, why am I crying?

Edited to add: I'm all right everybody, don't worry. It's just that it totally took me by surprise.

Tweets for Today

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