I heard somewhere that depression or despair is the moment in which someone is the wisest. That god gives you a moment to catch up and reflect on what to do in your life.
I had a weird night. It seems that whenever I get a big writing assignment I get a bit down. I feel like I lost all the ability to be friendly tonight. But I just discovered I have this little dancer guy for my media player that is cracking me up:
I’m sure I’ll get over it as soon as I get into a groove with it. I think I
wasn’t born to be a writer because the process has such an effect on my emotional well-being.
This is just a temporary thing… I’ll get a chance to be myself, I hope I
didn’t drag anyone down.