I'm feeling very sad.

Maybe I should have gone out to meet with friends at the bar, but...I really just wasn't in the mood.  At all.  I didn't want to get out of bed again.  They might have been able to make me feel better temporarily, but...I don't know.

I just want a pile of puppies to play with.  Cute puppies make everything better all the time.


I've been told many times I'm too hard on myself; that I don't allow myself to make mistakes.  That I should go easy on myself, because I tried my hardest and I put everything I could into stuff, and that just not everything is under my control, as much as I would like it to be.  That I need to allow myself to feel certain things and not become angry with myself for feeling them.

That's so hard to do.