Just when things feel kind of okay, you get walloped upside-the-head by a day of un-understandable depression and despair. Such is today. No reason to feel bad. Just woke up, well, not wanting to wake up and face yet another day. I feel so guilty. I am completely okay and then suddenly I question my very existence. Is it worth staying here? Is there really any meaning in life? Does it matter whether I live or die? Does it matter whether I live or die, now, rather than, say, tomorrow? What difference will it make? If all my life is a desperate call for something that I can't get here, shouldn't I just try the other side?

Feelin' blue, hugs will do. Thanks.