Is it...?
I'm wondering if writing makes me depressed or if being depressed makes me write. They seem to go hand in hand. How strange.
I need to make an appt. with my counselor in the worst possible way and I can't afford to do so until next week. I don't know if I can wait until then.
I'm so fed up with the house thing and with unruly people. Not even just children.
To rub salt into the wound, family reunion Sunday. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Too many Louvierre's for one place.
My house is a mess. I have no desire to clean it. I have no desire to do anything.
I hate my life.
To quote Blink 182--Fuck this place, I've lost the war, I hate you all