7/22/09

Dim Side

For a long time, I've been seeing working as the means of living; I've been wrong. Working and living are simultaneous, yet I saw the two as apart and opposing.

My psychiatrist, at our last meeting, told me that I'm 'very pessimistic'. Hearing it said out-loud really put the whole thing into perspective. I'm pessimistic. I criticize beyond being cynical because I don't know when to shut my mouth. I mostly stay home because I'm afraid that I'll fail at something out there. I'm incapable of dedicating myself to anything. The more I see, the more negativity I feel, and I come to detest familiarity. The mood-swings intensify it all. I'm complex --I'm cynical about that too, and I'm very pessimistic.

But I'm working on it.
I'm working so hard.

7/14/09

A Pocketful of Clarity

I don't have time for a full entry right now (I start work in an hour-half, it takes me an hour to get there), but for now I will say that things are improving. Elaboration coming soon!

7/3/09

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Everything's falling apart again. I can't write.