oh, Joy.

Just when I think I'm out of the pit, the crap starts piling up even more. Oh, joy.

I guess it's all about attitude...

How does one go about accepting themselves?

I guess with a bit of faith and belief that it will get better, neither of which I have at this moment. Well, I have a deep hope that it will get better, but how on earth, I have NO idea.

I wish I wasn't so bloody frustrating to myself.

Edit: Sad day... Now that my sister is gone, no one reads this.. alas.