Apathetic best describes my mood today–dullness of feeling, no high, no lows.

Suddenly, my thought process goes: "My life is going to be one endless stretch of dissatisfaction, punctuated by occasional crises, morbid obesity, and an odd curiosity for pop culture." So many sour faces out there, trapped in permanent scowls and racked by sorrow. It is often said that a woman's tragedy is that she becomes her mother. A genetic destiny. Of all things, that is what I fear most: becoming her shadow, following in the same footsteps toward a life marked by ill-feeling and emptiness.