I'm not in a good place right now.

And I don't think I ever have been. Every day, I withdraw a little more and care a little less. The worst of it is that I care so little, I don't care to fix it.

I don't have the weather to blame this time. Today was a gorgeous day. Aside of maybe two hours, I spent it all indoors. I feel a little bad about it, but not enough; if I did, I'd be outside.

I think I'm going to make it worse. I have an e-mail to send. I don't want to, but I think I have to. I just know that everything will be worse if I do. I can't bring myself to do it, but it's got to be done. I have no backbone.

Fuck that, I've got nothing at all.