I'm doing much better now that I've got my own space. No stress, only relaxation and enjoyment, even when cleaning the toilet.

Still, despite this general contentedness, I find myself unprepared for a continuing and deepening feeling of emptiness. I feel disillusioned. Have I mentioned how much I try to combat that particular emotion because I hate it so? Oh...and I also feel disspirited, not to mention a bit bitter; both emotions which are rare in me and have never been very becoming.