Nothing of importance.

I guess I just feel like writing something on here.

I haven't been able to write for quite some time, so I suppose that blogging will have to do.

Nothing new or exciting is going on.

I'm still just trying to cope.

I'm trying, I promise.

I will always love that man, even if I want to scream and shout at him until his head spins off for some of the choices he's making.

I do incredibly miss him, but I just have to remember that this is what was best and that it was a decision that I made and therefore I have no one else to blame for it.

I need to get new guitar strings.

Both of my guitars end up sounding pretty pathetic by the end of a single song and it is starting to drive me insane.

I'm super tired, but I couldn't sleep and I didn't feel like playing WoW.

I feel like such a lame-ass anymore.

I really wish that I could find a job.

At least having a job would help with the whole "feeling useless" issue that I have going on. That's really attractive, I'm sure.

I'm trying not to be the ridiculously depressed person that I've been for as long as I can remember.

I want to be happy and I believe that I deserve to be happy.

I at least want to be content instead of constantly miserable. I KNOW that I deserve at least that much.

I'm trying my hardest not to need a therapist. This is something that I have been trying to avoid for years. I just hate the concept and I hate the idea of whining and carrying on to a complete stranger who only cares because they are getting paid to care.

I've always hated the idea.

I also always hated the idea of a psychiatrist, but I've already had to concede and give in on that one. I'd rather enjoy not having to give in to both of them.

I'm still not used to being single.

It's strange.

In a way, it's nice. In another way, all I want is Stephen back. Ugh.

I drink too much.

That's totally healthy.

Go out all of the time... That will totally solve all of your problems.

Who I am is not who I want to be.

Signed,

A Work in Progress