Why is it that I just can't get my crap together? Why does everyone else seem to have no problem with the mundane details of life, but I continue to spiral into depression with each subsequent breath? By the laws of probability, not everyone can be lucky all the time and choose the right path, but it would be nice to have small successes from time to time. I'm due, and I'm f**kin' tired of everyone telling me to "hang in there” or "keep my chin up" or "you've got your health." The fact is I suck, and I've come to terms with that so please leave me the f*** alone. You've got problems too a**hole, not the least of which is your subconscious and annoying habit of cleaning your nose with your index finger and eating it. I see so much of that on my 2+ hours on the road each day I could write a book. And I would, but my regular job takes too much of my life, otherwise I swear to GOD I'd do it. Oh my GOD.