Bus Crush: The Saga Continues

I see you are adding some facial hair. I think you just like to tease me. Tease away. I like it.

I need to do something. I think I need therapy again. I just do things that are mean and spitful for no reason. I realize I'm doing it and then I shrug my shoulders and move on. I might feel a twinge of guilt about it, but that doesn't stop me. Is it too late for me at 36 1/2 to change my evil ways? And then there is the depression. Egads! I am a cold mess.

I got a random mailing inviting me to attend a service at the Kingdom Hall. It is an actual handwritten letter from some women that I don't know. Or at least, I don't think I know. I'm not going, but per usual when I get depressed, I want to find God. I don't know what I expect to find in church, but I think I still might actually find one now.