boonieghoul
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I used to have my movies, my beloved books, my writing, and writing letters to friends. I'd also take long walks at night, along the highway, considering just waiting for an 18 wheeler to roar toward me and just falling under the wheels (when I was feeling especially low ). Now, I still have my eccentric movie collection and my books ( even though the depression has turned the volume on my enjoyment of these things down to about a 2 out of 10, I will not abandon them.). My writing has been reduced to just my journal. Writing letters to friends has evaporated, since no one writes actual paper letters any longer. My highway walking has turned into strolling along city streets at night, in my trenchcoat and slouch hat, a shadow fading from window to window, visible but unseen.