I took mental health tests that had been recommended, just to be sure it wasn’t some sort of empty concern. I scored highly. It seemed that I was far better at this “having depression” thing than I had ever been at anything at school.
Some love took place in the hot tub I was in last night. Allow me to explain… It’s fair to…
Within seconds I was whisking him over a nearby railing and onto safety. What a relief! Crowds cheered. Women threw underwear. Men slapped my back; an elderly woman baked me a cake and a man without legs suddenly found the inspiration to tap dance.
I have a brilliant opportunity to have even more special people enter my life. Hopefully, I’ll get the chance to have a positive effect on theirs too. I’ll know people this time next year that I haven’t even met yet: we all will. How brilliantly exciting is that?
I have been asked to be a godparent on two previous occasions which means I have renounced Satan twice already. I’ll be honest with you, renouncing him for a third time feels a like I am goading him and being a little over-confident; almost cocky!