George

Just like ol' Mr. Washington back in his heyday, I can't tell a lie. At least not to my friends and loyal viewers. I've been dropping little hints via myspace and casual conversation that the depressing nature of myself and my blogs have subsided. I've been leaving comments and yahoo messages with statements like "I've crawled out of my funk" or "I don't hate the world anymore"....both lies. All lies.
As of late I've noticed that people have been worrying about my well being. They've been trying to pry me out of this funk I've apparently dug myself in by offering "help" or trying to lift my spirits by hanging out with me or having me come over. I've even seen other blogs spotlighting my situation in a very subtle, fruit oriented way.
The truth is I can't outright say exactly what is wrong with me because I honestly don't understand it completely myself. I haven't fully grasped the situation or even if there is a situation. Hence the reason or the lie.
I don't want people wasting their time trying to figure something out when they don't even know the question.
Sure, I'm not fine. Sure, I'm not "all there". And sure, I'm not happy nor have I been truly happy for a long time. However, that is my own problem to face. I am well aware that there are those of you who are very vocal about wanting to help because of what I may have done for you in the past. But believe me, and I don't mean this in any derogatory way or in a rude sense or anything, If I need your help, I will not hesitate to ask. For now, however, I must conquer these invisible demons alone. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the concern, but please just don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
When I do get better, believe you me, you will all be the first to know.
The lies will stop.

Just for now...let me keep my mask on and dance some more...just for now.