I should be feeding critters. And I dearly miss my own.
I can't seem to figure out a way to get what's eating me ALIVE down on anything. Not on paper, not on LJ, Myspace, personal journals... nada. I feel like I'm failing myself for not sticking to my guns, but I stand so much to lose if I do. It's been almost two weeks, and I can't seem to forgive myself for not just walking away like I should. I feel wretched, and it's never going to change.