Outside our small safe place flies Mystery... A snake beneath the forest floor, a whisper: Melusine

After re-reading my last post, I have to admit that there are days in which I should let some things go.  Yesterday was a moment in time.  Today there's a tad regret but my mouth is still open.  I hold no excuses other than sometimes my mind is clouded by loneliness and grief and I can never know when the storms will strike.  That's my nightmare, folks, I'm jolly one moment and weepy the next without much warning.  This is why it's difficult for me to keep friends, but at least I can say that I do always give it my best shot.  If my old pals read this, you must know me enough to know that I drift from one topic to the next, too.  And no matter how sorry I am for stupid shit done and said, sometimes the crap gets repeated.

At some point, I have to stop punishing myself and just simply live.   I forgive people for becoming alienated from me due to my mood disorder, but sometimes I really wish old lost friends would forgive me, too, and just simply be my pals no matter what.  Can I get an amen?