Displaced emotions

I've been fighting some feelings of depression today, brought on by the last few days' worth of blog outpouring.  Was that possible only a few years ago?  Apparently so.  But I realize it's just a bunch of displaced emotion, sadness which could just as easily shift it's way into anger or anxiety or something else that is otherwise out of control.  I will move on from it, just like I had no choice but to the first time.  Who wants to be with someone who has such poor communication skills anyway?  It's all for the best, reminding oneself is the best medicine.

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