Day Seventy-five...

I don't know how long I've been off this shit. All I know is I'm so incredibly angry all the time. I guess I'll make this my last post. It's so hard for me to make a decision or change a pattern of behavior. I don't know how or why I'm so depressed, but I'm beginning to believe it's not a chemical imbalance. It's because my life sucks so much and I'm too much of a coward and a weakling to try to change it. I can only dread the future, curse the past, and loathe the present. I am a thirsty man in hell.