Over the summer, when I was entirely stressed out over the shittiness of my life at that point, I would go to play pool at the bowling alley whenever I was feeling particularly angsty.
    Flash forward a few months and things aren't too bad.  The pink ribbon scars of summer had healed over and I was getting happy again.  Despite the endless school work and the family problems, I found a way to keep myself occupied and not to worry about things that were bugging me.  And then it happened.  It felt like I had finally caught a break after the bullshit over the past few months.  If you are close to me, you know what I'm talking about.
    But it was just that one thing that made me feel like I was on top of the world.  Absolutely nothing could stop me because I thought I finally had what I had been looking for for the past year.  I was undeniably happier.  Steve was even upset at the fact I wasn't threatening to slit his throat every five seconds. 
    Everything seemed perfect until it ended a little more than a week after it started.  It's depressing to see everything come crashing down within hours of when you thought it was ok and still not know what caused it.  But I've learned my lesson from the previous incident, and for that reason, I won't go looking for an answer.
    Tonight I went to go play pool.  I played well.  It just goes to show you that old habits die hard.  And even though I'm still left without a reason, I wanted to thank you for the first week in hundreds that I'd finally felt alive.

Edit: Got a reason...don't know whether to feel pissed or guilty.  Seriously, wtf?