Friday, January 24, 2003
at 3:38 PMKissin's My Favourite Food
I feel quite disappointed with myself. Here at the computer I sit, about to sob like a choleric baby.
Things have been festering this year, now that the pace has slowed down somewhat. The past few years, I have not had time to reflect or contemplate on the course of my life. I usually complain immediately when I sense mild discomfort, then I shove everything behind me and keep going, except, of course, I am going nowhere.
This sounds very ambiguous. If only I could articulate my feelings better; yet another frustration.
Then there is the self-loathing. I despise all my teenagerly-whiny feelings. I would like to state I love my family absolutely and the feelings are reciprocal, but that is far from true.
Oh, woe is me; I cannot continue at present. I shall sulk for awhile in my bedroom.
