Life sucks.... then you die.

I didn't mean to go all Twilight, emo, cut yourself on you but that popped into my head as I was going to sleep last night and thought that it fit my situation. My life sucks. Pretty heavily at that. In the past 7 months or so, I've sat back and watched every single person I was close to at work leave. Mostly from being laid off or fired. I'm certainly greatful for my job... you know, that I actually have one but my boss said it best on Tuesday... it's not fun anymore. I'm not niave enough to actually think that the economy is going to get back to normal anytime soon, but hopefully we can make it through the worst (which I believe has yet to come) and we'll emerge victorious (ie, still around). Even then, I might as well become an alcoholic... well, I guess I have already considering the amount I've had over the past week.

I hate how stressed and depressed I've been this week. I don't like myself when all I want to do is go to bed and yell at people. I'm happy when I'm bubbly and acting silly but recently there's been no desire what so ever to be like that. I guess that's part of growing up. I really wish that I would just cry to get it over with but nothing is happening. I've been on the verge of tears but nothing will push them over the edge.

And my Preds suck... sucking all forms of happiness from my pathetic little life. They're not nearly the root cause of my sadness. It's just my escape isn't letting me escape.