To goddamned depressed and confused about everything. Why must everything I touch crumble? Why must everyone around me find themselves in crumbling relationships? Am I some strange manner of curse or hex on all that is good and pure on this earth? And yet, my own strange relationship endures . . . going on five years this month. Wow. We've outlasted most TV shows. Well, pop me the Cristal.
I know this is such a cop out entry. It's just that I'm too angry and depressed to get into how I feel about . . . it all right now. It was bad enough sloshing through it all at therapy this week. Although that's what I pay my therapist to do; make me slosh. She's very good at it. Too bad I still feel like crap.
