logansrogue | Sweet Christ, it's 4am.

I've been crying all night and now it's 4am.

I feel like a stupid petulant teenager, actually. Cause, you know, I shouldn't be crying. Others have it much worse. At least I have a comfortable place to stay and a good family that loves me and supports me. I have laughs every day with these people. And I have a chance of getting better, you know? I do.

Plus Molly is sending me a laptop. And it's my birthday, soon. I'll be having a party - people will be making a fuss out of me. (if I'm lucky). So I really, *really* gotta stop being so damned negative.

And if I get the sickness benefits, they'll just dock the 3000 dollars from my paycheck in increments. And I get to have someone represent me if I'm too sick, so I'll have an excuse to bring my mother in and have her knock a few heads together with the Death Stare she does.

AND I still have my comics and my art and my writing. It's not ALL bad. It's just - not good. *sighs*

*deep cleansing breaths* Okay. I'm going to cheer the fuck up. Or try to. I'll accept the sadness, own it, and just - move on.