I sometimes wonder if I'm my own worse enemy. Maybe I dwell too much in the land of 'everything is crap'. To quote Monty Python maybe I should 'always look on the bright side of life'. Does this blog keep me in therapy-emotional-hell? Should I try and focus on good/funny things that happen in my life and write about that?
L was telling me yesterday that as much as I want to be the dark-brooding type, I'm really not. But I really, really want to be. Who would I be if I'm not that person? Maybe it's just all in my head. Why would I not want to give that up?