Diagnosis

I'm trying not to cry. And nothing's wrong. But something is making me unhappy. A something which depends on just me. My love life is fine, my pets are fine, my family is also fine. It's just me. It's got to change, and it's got to go, and it's got to relieve me of the unhappy feeling. I have so much to be overjoyed for. But I am seeing a pattern, and sometimes, for us who are not hypochondriacs, we can diagnose ourselves better than anybody else. The pattern has got to go too. It's just one thing, but it's killing me. And I'm just 35.