No good title tonight...

Why is it so hard to move on from certain events in life?  Recent events that deep down you know happened for the best.  Ones that happened over a decade ago for no good reason.  Random things that happen every day and are so minute but also somehow seem so significant.  

I'm pitiful, pathetic.  I know it, I feel it.  

I'm going back on the happy pills.  I really hope they help because I can't go on like this for much longer.  I can't stand to be around myself, how can I expect anyone else to want to be?

Goodnight, world.  Please let tomorrow be better.