God damnit, life.

Why is it that every single god damn time I feel like I'm getting back to being my normal happy go fucking lucky self, my life throws even more shit at me that beats me straight fucking down again. It used to be the case that I was just depressed, now I'm fucking furious that for some reason my life and a few select people involved in my life has apparently just fucking decided that I'm not allowed to be happy. I come home, a little drunk, had a good time with two of my friends, and then bam. Down again. No Joey, you don't get to feel good about yourself right now. Other people get to feel good because no matter how much you try to be the nice guy, you're going to get walked all over.