Surviving in the South: Misery Loves Company

Tonight after I finally made a dent into my school work I decided to blog. I grabbed my computer as I thought of what I wanted to write about. Usually, I write from my thought. Straight from whatever emotion I'm feeling at that exact moment.
As I started to type this all I wanted to do was write my anger down. That's right, my "super funk" is still large and in charge of my life. I work and work and work, then all I want to do is sleep. Not because I'm sleepy, but because I'm sad. And I get more sad about the fact that I'm sad. It's a vicious cycle.
I hate myself for being this way. I have so much to be thankful for, so many things in my life that should make me happy, but they don't. Even worse, all I want to do is make those important to me just as miserable. That old saying "misery loves company" is not a myth.
While I know what I am thankful for there is still so much I wish I could change. So many aspects of my life both in and out of my control that are cumbersome to me. Things I won't get into to because I am aware nothing positive would come from that.
I will continue to grin and bear it. I will continue to hope for things to change for the better. Perhaps a giant sign will fall from the sky with all the answers to my problems. Hey, I can dream right?
There is one last thing I want to address. All of this sadness/funk/misery has highlighted some positive (and negative) things in my life. I want to shout out to some people who love me, listen to me complain, drink with me and tell me when I need to get over myself.
I recently paid $45 to get drunk in a field on 4 hours of sleep and thanks to these people my day could not have been better.