unhappy (and I certainly am not as unhappy as I have been) but I'm
pretty damn unhappy.
For one thing, I am strongly feeling that I have run (or am running)
out of reasons to live. I am sure there are lots of great reasons for
struggling on, but I am having trouble getting in touch with them.
For another, I get to do two of my least favourite tasks -- looking
for work AND looking for housing -- both at the same time. As my
personal confidence and mental stability are not so high right now,
this is a dangerous combination at best. And let's not get into the
status of past/present life projects.
This post has been brought to you by emo, squandered opportunities and
the number 7.