Good afternoon to all. I've had several pretty stressful days . . . it seems like nothing I've done is right, and when I try to fix it, I just end up making it worse and making people angry. When I try to fix things, I'm accused of micromanaging; when I step back, I'm accused of not caring. I just want to make people happy, but apparently that's not happening. I try to make me happy at least, but that's hard, too. Vicious Catch 22, that one is. To experience happiness you must bring it. Lose one and you lose the other, and it's a bitch getting back on. I've been alone with my thoughts for the past twelve hours, going over my life, going over what I've done and failed to do. What impact have I made? Probably not a very good one. The bottom line is that I feel like I'm at a crossroads. One way points to another hard road, and I don't particularly feel like walking anymore right now. I'll be around. I'm not going to do anything. I'm just depressed and low, but I'll pick myself up again, I guess. I always have. Shit.