It's that old familiar feeling again. I'm not really sure what brought it on this time. I'll blame it on the weather because I can't shake the feeling that I just want to curl up and hide out for the next few cold months until its over. Or if I decided to blame it on the quart of snot my brain is swimming through on a daily basis, then maybe I could just ask myself why I avoid taking cold medicine to "fix" it. Then again, why do I avoid taking any kind of medicine every other day of my life? Why do I avoid doctors? Why do I avoid responsibilities, to myself, to life in general?

For someone with such low expectations it amazes me how often I feel disappointed. And this... is pointless, like everything else.