Saturday Night Funk

It'd be tremendous if there was good AM radio reception at my new house... perhaps should've confirmed that before I signed the lease?!

Trying to focus on the positive...

Having to move has upset the apple cart of my brain. It's the only thing I can clearly attribute this funk to. Yet again I have no money (iPhone auto predicted money as Moet!), but that wouldn't be the case if I didn't have to move house. I resent renting. The whole process of it reinforces shitty perceptions of self.

Last night TKO witnessed me plunge into a funk for no clear reason. For the second time in a week I piked on attending a social function with him. I couldn't face meeting new people and the existing acquaintances asking how I am. It was amazing how much better I felt once I was home alone in my cubbyhouse.

Being upset and depressed is one thing, but it's double roasted when I simultaneously fear the effect it's having on my relationship. Been there, fucked that.

Once I'm down, I'm down, it's very hard for me or anyone else to pull me up out of it. In fact, it's even possible the only way for me to restore my mood or reset myself is to be on my own.

So naturally I'm not loving that I've been financially pushed out of my solo living arrangement. But, I am moving in with my best possible companion and dear friend. I'm viewing this imminent cohabitation as necessary personal development.