I'm not saying "woe is me". I was musing on the possibility of true love. I'm not trying to be sad and depressed anymore. I'm actually trying to be happy. It's working, slowly, but it's working. I'm evolving to the next level of conciousness. I wish you would please leave me be. It's what I need the most right now. Maybe in the future we can be friends but not right now.

I'm not depressed. I'm just confused. I sorting things out and working through it all. It will be ok. I don't need help. And honestly it's my own personal problem and I have to deal with it. It will come. Happiness is eventual.

It'll be the best ugly dress of all time!