Update: I am broken.
And sick of it.
Sick of a lot of stuff in my life and tired of whining about it - although I only ever seem to do that internally. I'm sick of listening to myself.
It's a pretty poor state of affairs when you live alone and you can't stand being around yourself. It's so tiresome.
I'm still here. And will be back to this sometime, I'm sure. As soon as I overcome my lacerating misery and self-loathing.
Could be a while.