Heh, someday I want to go through a whole day telling the exact truth when people ask, "How are you?" I never will, but I'd like to know what would happen.

I'm trying not to give up hope, really. Honestly (and this is going to sound terribly crazy cat lady-ish) sometimes the only thing that keeps me alive is the knowledge that, if I were to kill myself, I would be doing a terrible disservice to my 2 cats, one of whom I rescued from the streets 8 years ago and who has been with me through all the really bad times. They're the only things on earth that like me even when I suck at life; they don't deserve to be thrown into the animal shelter and likely put down because their owner can't cope.