I post, as if anyone cares.

If you care, welcome to the first entry of my crappy blog. It's not going to be intesting, so don't bother reading.

I feel down. I don't have any reason to feel down. I have all the blessings in the world, but for the life of me I feel like crap. Just total, utter, crap. When good things happen, I worry so much about screwing it up that I screw it up. I'm constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it sort of becomes a self fulfilling prophecy. I assume things will go to pot, and in turn they do.

This isn't to say I have a bad life. To say that would make me not only a liar but a shitty person. I just can't be happy with who I am, and end up depressed about what I'm not. I'm not the person I want to be. Or my mom wants me to be. Or anyone, for that matter.

Lets just call a spade a spade: I'm having a crappy day and I'm taking it out on you.

Always Believe,
Good Ol' WT