struggles

I’m tired. I just wrote a post, and then deleted it, and then I wrote another and deleted that one too. That’s how these posts come to fruition: I write and write and tell myself it’s total crap and then write some more. I’m hurting right now. I’m sick with a cold, and I am depressed. It’s hard to make sense of this past week. Thoughts come slowly, and when I finally grab onto one, it takes me nowhere. It’s hard to see things for what they really are when I feel like this–which is why I’m going to stop writing. It does me no good to think right now when even the most rational thoughts are completely irrational. I want to go buy a nice big tub of ice cream and go home and watch Star Trek, but I can’t because my girlfriend’s there. Maybe I should start the meds.