This is worse than blah
I'm not even sure why I'm writing here tonight. Although three weeks is plenty of time for interesting things to happen, my notion of the recent past is blurred by the realism of today. I'm in a real hollowing slump. I have no idea what the source of my grave unhappiness is, although I can make a list of grievances quickly off the top of my head. In sum though, I'm a useless, unappreciated (perhaps over-appreciated and thus taken for granted), uncreative pile of shit right now. I wake up in relatively decent moods but then they day comes around and the misfortune just piles up. I can't think of one good turn of events that has occurred in my life in quite a while.
But then again, I it had, my mind probably wouldnt have let me recognize it, considering my ongoing bout with dysthymia or whatever the fuck it is that is fucking my life up right now.
posted by RPF @ 8:23 PM
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