pity party

[falcongrrl]

A friend referred me to their friend's journal, thinking that I would have something to say about the writer's problem, which was that he didn't like himself. I of course did have plenty to say. Lots of good advice.

Only tonight, I don't like myself much either. And I'll be damned if I know what to do about it.

Maybe I should call my therapist in the morning. Maybe I need a touch-up. I'm tired of these dips, tired of struggling. Though I doubt an hour in someone's office, even someone as wise and as caring as my counselor, is going to cure this.

Comments

[balinares.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'd say... s'okay, because I like you well enough for two for the time being. Because, you know, "Still, for those who believe in magic, / it's an excuse to run across a field, arms waving." Which is such, such a good thing to be thinking of when I'm away from home on brain-numbing work appointments.

There's something great about me, and it's that I have awesome friends. :)