I've been drinking Newcastle all night. Good beer. Listening to The Business. I feel good. I'm trying to forget my week and move on. It's hard. I feel like I'm making progress though, or at least that's what a psychologist would say. I'm not depressed anymore, just angry, and ready to take some action. That's a beautiful feeling. Anger and motivation are amazing fucking feelings. Nothing in the world can stop me when I'm pissed and ready to get off my ass and do something. Anger and motivation, I love it. Listening to good music helps too:

'Sometimes I lose it

I lose every bit of faith

But just for a minute

Till I see the light of a brand new day

Someone tried to tell me

You know, your problems don't exist

Well I'm sorry to dissapoint you

But I know my antagonist

Cold night, 24 hours alone

Now will you show me the bright spot'

----'Bright Spot,' by Bombshell Rocks

That's right. I wish I could say it as well as they could. When I write I feel like I'm just repeating what others have said, only, I can't say it as beautifully, as elegantly as they can. Maybe I should just quote songs for my fucking diary. But no, I need to say what I'm feeling. And no one can do that but me.