Accessional diary of a dyslexic dom.

Believe it or not I all ways hesitate to write about my low moods. It does not help much and it seems unfair to the people who are kind enough to read it. But, for the moment, that is all I have and it is my blog so. . .

I do not even really have anything to say about my sadness, except that I feel very sad, and old and ill. I am not cold or hungry, or homeless, or in danger. I can not sleep at night and I can not wake up the next day. But that would not be so bad. It is a very safe, middle class kind of sadness, but I can not see anything in the future. I will just get sadder and older and maybe iller.