Bleh.

I keep meaning to make a post in here - I had a substantial one half written out over the weekend, but... for some reason I'm always too tired or too unimpressed with what I've written, or too something. As it is, I'm too tired even tonight. But.. I feel half guilty for not keeping up with it - which is stupid.

I've not been feeling real well as of late. I think my mental health's starting to slip again, but then I haven't been able to keep up with my medication schedule the way I should, either. Things have been just crazy ever since I moved. For the love of Christ, I wish I could just settle down somewhere and not have to keep moving on from place to place and get used to a new setting all over again every two or three years. I just want stability, I need it.

Meh. You see the frame of mind I'm in tonight, so I think I'll stop here. Hopefully I'll feel a little better soon... something's got to break.