Going on day three of feeling like crap. I think I just lost another confessor, which sucks, and I've probably jeopardized my already-poor job prospects by crazy-posting on a site that requires real names, so now future employers can see what a (rightfully) insecure loon I am.

I'm honestly wondering if going on is worth it. I mean, nothing will change, and even if it does, I have so much failure and mediocrity in my past to be ashamed of, I would be masking or lying about almost my entire life if I did manage to do something successful. But really, what does life have in store for me? Nothing, it seems, but feeling miserable and beating my head against a wall trying to accomplish something.