Hrmf.
Everything is going so well.
I have enough work, I have enough money, I have someone who loves me, I have friends who care about me, I have at least some usefulness so I don't feel like a social sponge.
So why do I still feel the overwhelming, all-consuming urge to hide under the blankets and not come out until there's snow on the ground and the world has forgotten me?
I have enough work, I have enough money, I have someone who loves me, I have friends who care about me, I have at least some usefulness so I don't feel like a social sponge.
So why do I still feel the overwhelming, all-consuming urge to hide under the blankets and not come out until there's snow on the ground and the world has forgotten me?