Starting Again. Again.

Ok. Time to quit being depressed. Back on the wagon.

If nothing else, I should concentrate on the fact that I'm smart, and should therefore be better at coping with this shit. In fact, I just read that there's tangible benefits. I remember being much lighter. It coincided with being much happier and also with occasional positive attention from discerning ladies.

I want to get to that place again. But wishing won't make it so, only a lot of hard work.