Friday was an o.k. day.
Patrick, trying to give me some face time, worked from home.
Marc, though, kidnapped me for a few hours to run errands with him.
Later that evening, Patrick and I met a few of his co-workers at a local bar for some pool and beer.
Yesterday I was pissy.
Today probably won't shape up to be much better.
I find the way the night ends, no matter how good the day was, colors the day all the same.
Telling me to cheer up isn't going to cure what ails me.
I have thoughts of being unattractive, gross.
Fears that insecurity is taking over.
It feels alien.
I wonder if it's depression that I'm falling into.
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