So I’m pissing on God’s green Earth.

And remember: the grass is always greener on your side.

Yeah, that’s what I told her. It’s good poetry, but is it true?

Your side would be any side you’re on but disregarding technicalities.

I’m on the 13th episode of Freaks and Geeks now. I think it’s still pretty funny, no it definetly is, it’s just…getting truer to life.

And I like it, but I think I’d like it better if I weren’t always on a depressed binge.

Watching it now doesn’t help. It just feels like room temperature water. Or like a dream.

This is the deepest into depression I’ve ever come. And you know what?

Look at me.

The grass is greener here than it is anywhere else, because it’s my grass. It’s my world.

And, I’m sorry. I have to be sad in my way to deal with it.