Hello, Severe Emotional Problems! How's it going?

[desideratum]

Last night I read some fluff novel by that chick who wrote The Devil Wears Prada. I finished it somewhere in the wee hours of the night, and wanted to either kill myself or die immediately after. I was so fucking depressed for some reason, and I don't even think I can begin to articulate why in the light of day.

What a fucking pussy I am. Who cries in the middle of the night over a book with a happy ending?