i hate my life. it was another dreadful day at work. i guess it really was not too bad, but i just did not want to work. i wanted to be at home and cry, not that i could cry when i was at home before work. the weekend was great. the asselta's came over and spent saturday and sunday with us. that was a real lift to my mood, and i had a good time. that lift is gone, and reality had set in, and i am back to work and the house. nothing actually happened today, just a typical monday.
i keep trying to find a start, or a springboard to this depressive cycle, and i may have to be accept that there is none. i just really want it to end. i leave for san antonio in 10 days, and i want to feel good when down there. i don't want to be in a depressive stupor when with nessa and the kids.
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