It’s late at night. I go to work tomorrow. I had a sorta fight with my honey tonight and ended up crying and feeling like a total burden to her and everyone. Not a good way to gear up for work tomorrow. It was about finances of course. Isn’t it always. And here I am having taken 2 months off due to a yet again, depression. I feel like a loser. She felt bad for making me cry, her words not mine. She’s not responsible for my feelings, I am. I was sad and upset and I cried. End of story. I love her but sometimes I feel like a huge anchor tied to her legs while she is trying to swim to shore. Maybe I am what’s dragging me down and her down.