Okay, I'm sorry for not being enthusiastic or happy, but excuse me for not being the most ecstatically joyful person you know!
I hate journals, and feelings, and explaining feelings in journals... trust me, this isn't my idea of an ideal pass time, stupid fucking therapist. She says that I'm depressed and need help discovering why this is so, I think, FUCK THE FUCK OFF OKAY!!!
Welcome to the shitty life of me :)
