My head needs to get screwed on a little straighter next time.
I know I'm having an interesting week when I feel like shooting myself in the face while I laugh. I'm either calm, or simultaneously laugh and want to cry. But not really cry. Just laugh in a different way, at my own choices, and the way I set myself up to be the poor sucker at the ass end of fortune. And then I sit there when I could walk away, and somehow, I like it. Masochism has always been a facet of my life, but now I think I want to be happy when I feel good, and get rid of this weird thing where I'm also happy when I hurt.