WARNING: Rambly Introspective Whining, Full Force, Ahead.
My life is falling apart in so many ways, and it’s all my own fault. Here are my tales of being a Sad Sack: an individual who is given so much, but dwells in misery that she creates.
Actually, I don’t know if this will even be a collection of tales. More than likely, it won’t. It will be a simpering, introspective whinery, filled with that Arbor Mist variety of self-deploration. Continue reading In Which I Deprecate All Over Myself
Tales of a Sad Sack 