Happy Fucking Halloween

Every Halloween, I get the blues like regular people get ’em for Xmas. I just want everything to be so perfect and it used to be so important to me and now I just feel bleah.

I’ve got a really bad sore throat.

I’ve got PMS.

I had a lot of fun in Vancouver, but I’m having trouble adjusting to being online again now that I am home. It was making me nuts being without internet or cell phone, but I think maybe it was healthy. What if I am psychologically allergic to the internet? We are often addicted to the things we are allergic to.

If I am making so many new friends and my prospects are looking so up, why am I so depressed?

I know it is probably just a Halloween thing and a girl thing, but I’m so sad. I just don’t want to have to be me.