now, don't go dying in surprise.

Yes, I'm actually posting something on the space blog.

I am sad.
I couldn't tell you why; I'd like to try.

First:
Kemp.  Has this girlfriend, who apparently spends a fair amount of her time making him miserable.  Totally wants to sleep with me, but won't, nor would I let him, due to his agreement with said girl.  This *bothers* me.

Second:
Andrew.   Is an idiot.  Made me fucking cry when I was about to go to bed.  Snapped at me, then refused to follow through the conversation.
Thanks, man.  That was really the thing that I needed.

I didn't put words in your mouth; those are my words, my feelings, my vision.


Third:
Everything else.  I am being attacked by this fear, that nothing I do will be enough, will be good enough, meaningful enough, strong enough to make any kind of difference.

I hate being depressed.  I hope it stops soon.

that's all for right now.

if you love me, remember why, and help me to remember, too...