In many moments of my life I produced a stream of thoughts that afterwards would strike me as interesting. Most of them I've lost in loose sheets of paper, some I still have piled along with my mess, and of these, pretty few are not too crazy to general screening.
At least in my current mood. Sometimes I have these impulses of "what the hell, everybody has crazy thoughts deep inside and shouldn't be shocked by seeing someone who writes them down".
Then maybe I have been reading too little and speaking something too well known. Anyway, most people aren't depressed, and of the ones experiencing depression, not everyone has got to the level I've been. I know my ex girlfriend has never been that close. Maybe once or twice. She has never produced weird writting anyway. And she seems to be doing so fine now on her own again. Pretty logical for somebody who lived her first 23 years that way. Shouldn't be hard to tackle 23 more. Lucky bastard.