I was down all day... staring at my computer, getting about NO work done. So, logic tells me that when I'm in a terrible mood the perfect thing to do is to (because I'm ultimately a masochist) :

1. Listen to my self destructive playlist. Evanescence. Florence + the Machine. Imagine Dragons. Ya know... the classics. And just those really really sad ones.

2. Check my credit card balance.

#2 about reduced me to tears around lunchtime. I'm at the point where the minimums are just enough to cover the interest plus maybe a few bucks. I don't know how I get myself into this... it sounds stupid, but I REALLY don't remember doing it. I went so far as checking the last three statements for fraud. Nope. All me.

I just can't take it. How can I be so thoughtless??? Why can't I just, for the love of all things holy, snap the hell out of it??

I hate money... I hate being me... I hate being so irresponsible. Just when you think you're down, debt pushes you down even further and reminds me that I'm not any better.