Self Pity - Who Needs this Bullshit?

I'm resolving to try to not feel sorry for myself anymore. I do far too much of it, and really, I chose this life. This is the frickin American dream I'm living.

All weekend I kept trying to communicate to Molly how hard things were, mostly so she'd understand why we were being such abysmal hosts. Literally, she had to ask for food several times, and when I did feed her, it was mostly because I was hungry and eating something and I noticed her watching, like a starved dog.

Anyway, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of second guessing and apologizing too. On what planet is that fun?