(Nothing About Which To Complain? I hate to end the title in a preposition. Did I mention anything about my OCD?) I don't want to stop writing. I have a very good life. I have a good family...except for the jac__ part...I have a good job, health, plenty of money, food, a roof. I don't need anything. If i believe all that, why do I feel so sad sometimes? I don't want to believe it's because I'm lonely. I don't want to be ruled by my emotions. "Circumstances are rulers of the weak and instruments of the wise." I don't know who said that. I don't really care. It's good stuff. My circumstances will not rule me. Nothing about my current circumstance is unfortunate. I have nothing to complain about. I'm so tired I can hardly hold my eyes open. I get so tired of hearing Jas__ talk about himself sometimes. I've been home alone all night tonight and it makes me feel lonely. but i'm at home alone by choice. I wanted this break, but by the...