For some strange reason, I keep trying to turn all my stories (even the innocent ones) into stories about crazy killers and horror. I have no idea why. My life is still repetitive, I am still dealing with anxiety and depression (maybe my life seems repetitive because of this?) but I am getting better with dealing with it. Yay, I guess. At the beginning of the week I was proud of myself for not having an angry outburst in a few weeks, but I broke that streak on Monday, and kept breaking it until today. Now I am very disappointed and angry (so angry I want to punch something). Maybe I’ve been irritable because of sickness? Or is that just an excuse? Who knows? Any-who, that is my rant about my feelings, thoughts, and actions.