So I'm not even sure how to begin blogging this. I'm sad. I don't know why. Everything is okay right now. Casey is getting a new truck this week. He saw it on the side of the road, called the guy, test drove it, went to the bank, got a loan, all within two days. I don't know, maybe I'm a little bit bitter. Maybe because my car is falling apart and he is just getting a new truck. Maybe because he was so motivated to get this truck but not anything else going on right now. I don't know. I just know that pretty much for the past week and a half, maybe two, I've been waking up depressed. Don't get me wrong, it's not the "I'm so depressed I don't want to leave the house" kind of depressed. It's just that nagging dissatisfaction with life. Maybe it's because my house is a wreck and so is my body. I've gained so much weight it's ridiculous. I don't know. I just can't get motivated to do anything. Visiting Austin was probably a TERRIBLE idea. I hate it here. I really do. The same old shit, every same damn day. And to top it off, I'm about to have an asthma attack. Great! I'm just not happy. I don't know how to fix it, either. Until later.
Yours always.