Believe.

The web weaves her magic, and I must confess– I’m infatuated. . .

. . . with someone a zillion miles from me.

Stupid Geography!

I haven’t spoken with you in days . . . .Stop bitching.

Please.

I know I can be pretty negative, but I bounce back. Why do you insist on staying upset?

Why do I do this to myself? Talking with someone who sees the bad far more often than the good . . .

Optimism- Maybe one day you won’t crucify yourself so often.

Who the hell am I kidding?

Healing? HoHoHo.

Maybe this holiday season is bringing out the worst in me, but right now, I’m not healing.

I’m very depressed, and have tried all the usual tricks to shake myself out of this depression.  I’m not “avoiding” my friends, I’m really just scared that if I let this all out, I’ll snap.

Don’t freak out, I’ll be okay eventually.  I’ve just had it up to here (points up dramatically) with this fucking pain.