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3:08 p.m. - March 11, 2006 I'm disappointed that I took my family's lukewarm response towards my book so personally. I hate to admit that I've been hoping for a turnaround of any type, a minor gesture or something grand like a I'm proud. And simply writing that, I'm ashamed to confess I haven't been able to let this disappointment slip away and be done. I'm hanging onto it and being dragged down like a stupid brat unhappy at not getting his way. Non-sequitur or ipso facto, your choice: I feel more alone than ever before. It bothers me. So all in all, unmotivated to do much. I'll snap out of it sooner or later.
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