12 minutes of Prozac

Tanning bed = Prozac.

I love tanning beds. I love the "sun". I love the heat. I love the alternative punk songs I can listen to when I'm soaking up the "sun" and heat.

But...here I am in the darkness of Alaska. No sun. No heat. No alternative punk songs b/c mom's don't listen to them.

I.
Am.
Lost.

However...

For 12 minutes I found myself. The self I liked so much before I lost it to my life.

I love my life. But I've lost myself in it. And in the darkness that is winter here.

But...for 12 minutes I found myself.

Maybe next week I can find myself for 13 minutes.