I think this is the first time my post title didn’t end in an ellipsis.

Dear diary, (woah, I have changed)
I haven’t posted anything in a while due to my downright suicidal feeling. Of course I will never commit suicide, unless you count Christian martyrdom by choice as suicide. I’m finding it so hard to cope still, no matter how optimistic I am. I’ve given everything to the Lord, but I’m struggling – struggling to keep my spirits up. It doesn’t work, but I’m hoping that the old saying – time heals all wounds – will prove true in my case. It’s yet to be proven. :’( OH, THE HUGE MANATEE!!! Why does :’) look so awkward…

On another note, which sidelines my depression, I now have a banjo. A Washburn banjo, surprisingly, since I’ve been staring down the old Fender that’s been on the rack for a while now. And Jessie is flaming me for getting it. Not because it’s a Washburn, but simply because it’s a banjo. She hates them. Apparently I’ve committed social suicide by just holding the thing. Her feelings oscillate when I swap it for my guitar…and back…

Another note – my stupid laptop won’t detect the stupid access point that I configured in my stupid router which I bought from stupid Officeworks along with a not-stupid LX3 laser mouse today. The mouse is cool. My laptop isn’t. So much for ‘updating drivers solves everything’. Fail. Epic.

I better not binge on failcake tomorrow.