state of me @ 12:58 pm
Arrgh. I've tried to write this entry three or four times, but it's ended up sounding like I'm a preachy righteous ass every time. There's too much maudlin sentimentality, too many people who have the Worst Lives Ever and burble incessantly about it. It's difficult to express anything of a remotely emotional bent without it seeming like it'll zoom off in one of those directions of hyperbole. I've done the beat around the bush dance quite a lot, but I'm getting sick of it - and it never worked that well anyway.
With all that buildup, what was I going to say? This is the first time in quite a while that I've been sad without being depressed, and that I've been able to ask questions I knew I wouldn't like the answers to without similarly flipping out. I'm sad, for sure, but that's a rather dramatic improvement. I don't think it's solely due to the various bright-candy-like pills I've been taking, either.
That's it, nothing earth-shattering; just a short "I feel crappy but I think I'm doing better" missive.