Angst

Harumph. My sour mood has yet to be lifted.

Part of it, too, may a be that I'm feeling rather ill. Or I could be feeling rather ill because of my sour mood. I haven't decided which it is yet.

I don't know how much longer my low mood is going to last. I'm feeling pretty fed up with this fight. It's getting more and more frustrating whenever I have to watch what I say, especially when all that I would say is something like, "I'll probably be adopting two or three kids down the road, after I find someone."

I know, I know, it's "weak" to ask "why?" ... but why does my life have to cause so much contention?

And, yes, I know, it's not my life, it's others' attitudes and beliefs that are causing the contention.

Still, though, it makes me want to dropkick something through a window.

But I don't want to leave on a grumpy note... so...

Haha... ah, that makes me feel better.