Some Days are Better than Others

It's, to me, the golden standard of facts. Can't be happy forever, can't be sad forever. And from yesterday evening through this morning, it's on the bluer side of things.

Part of it is that I've felt tired all week. Not just sleepy, but that achy sort of tired that makes you think maybe you've got the flu or something. I just don't feel rested, even after getting 10 hours of sleep yesterday. Can't satisfy the lethargy.

On the bright side, it looks like whatever drama was brewing in my clique within a clique has faded and played out. Sure, there's still spurts of it. But people look happier, though still tired.

I guess I'm just tired. Being happy doesn't take effort, but avoiding unhappiness does. It's that time of the month where I just want to cuddle up with someone who cares, not hit the bar scene or fish around for a date. I'm not sure the latter is ever going to work.

I'm proud of myself for trying to help my friends out. That's something I've typically been crappy about. Always off in my own little world. I tried to help this time around, and i think maybe I did a little. I do care. But now I feel kindof spent. It's not good to work so hard assuring everyone you're ok, when really you aren't. I'm not seriously bad. Just not as good as I'd like. Things are busy enough without trying to put bandaids on everything.