Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bad moon in the sky Things have been ok, recently. Not horrible, not perfect, just...ok. Things are things. They go like things do. But for the past month or so, I've had this clenching anxiety in the pit of my stomach. That 'waiting for the other shoe to drop' kind of sensation. I feel useless and destined for failure and completely incompetent. I hate myself for failing at everything, even when I don't know that I have done so. It's been kind of a bad month. 4:47 p.m. - 2006-01-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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