President's Day

Today sucks. I'm depressed, grumpy, tired, and in need of a haircut. (Unfortunately, all the salons are closed for Monday/the holiday.) I can't help but obsess today about how every female I've ever deeply cared about and loved romantically has cheated on me. Since I'm in a negative mood, I attribute this to the fact that I'm not particularly attractive or talented, thus women are constantly trying to find someone to "trade up'' to. Then I wonder if I'd be able to recognize love if I experienced it, and if I could, whether I'd inevitably screw it up or not.

Fuckin' Monday.