Sometimes it should be easy to post and it just isn't.
Right now I'm feeling sad. I'm tired and I'm sad. In fact, I'm plain old depressed. Hating it, but there it is.
I'd much rather talk about it if there was a why. Without a why it just is this interminable disease and one more reminder that I cannot make it go away just because I say so.
I wish I could talk. I wish I knew what to say. Instead I merely want to sleep.
Three more days until weekend.