I have decided that I am happy and that I have nothing to complain about.  One of the implications here is that I feel it necessary to block out most (or more if possible) thoughts regarding anything to do with [her].  Until I decide that enough is enough, in order to live up to what I have declared it will be necessary for me to neglect documenting anything to do with [her], since I will have supposedly terminated any germinating thoughts before they can develop to something worth noting down.

I had decided that I was happy when I wrote that, but now I really am not.  Nothing at all is going my way this week and I feel like crap again.  I am completely unsatisfied (understatement alert) with my life and everything in it.

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