  Well it is Sunday. Or at least it was. It is after midnight so I guess that makes it Monday. Regardless, it is Sunday so we can all guess what kind of mood I'm in. You'd think I would be able to get over this whole "life is pointless" thing by now.
How did I ever end up this way? If poor self-image and depression were strictly the result of environment then I probably wouldn't be in this state. I think it really comes down to letting go. Letting go of negative thoughts, memories, traits and images. That's easier said than done of course. But I still let things that happened when I was 3 years old bother me. You know, I kick and I scratch and I fight everyday to take some semblence of positivity away. And yet at the end of the week it is inevitably lost to some unknown force that seems hell bent on ruining me. Then again, perhaps it is not so unknown. I would dare say it's me. It has always been me sabotaging my own efforts to improve and progress.
I also don't understand why I always make entries like this one. Yeesh. You'd think I could write something light hearted and fancy free for once. I am capable of that with some effort. When did this become a tome to my self-loathing??? Time to go to bed, hopefully to not ponder any further questions of major severity. Wishful thinking I imagine. 
