I have. It is one of those periods of time. Right now, I don't want to talk about anything, with anyone. Anything may be a strong word. Anything personal is what I probably mean.
The name of the game seems to be avoiding finally giving up and accepting the fact that I am worthless and doomed.
Maybe not avoiding it is the ticket. From now on is all that can be influenced. Whether I make use of that fact remains to be seen.
I think I am becoming angry enough to smash through the nonsense. That's as far as I can follow this thought without serious discomfort. Sadness can become a tangible, hated ghost. It's one of those that relentlessly haunts some people for no good reason.
Time to refrain from thought until it all blows over.