This is not a cry for help

I'm fairly sure nobody is going to read this, since people only read my blogs when I post them to Facebook.

I just had what was probably the best weekend I've had in years. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I got to see some people I don't see very often, and I was basically having fun with friends and family for three days straight. Aside from some sleep deprivation, it was a really great time.

So why do I feel the worst I've felt all year?

For some reason, I can never just let myself be happy. Literally nothing is going wrong in my life right now (at least, nothing that wasn't going wrong a week ago), but I have a good time for a few days and I need to punish myself to balance it out? Am I just not good enough for happiness?

I should probably be talking to a therapist or something instead of writing this blog. It's pretty much the same shit all the time anyway. I hate people who diagnose themselves with mental disorders to get sympathy and attention, but I would honestly be really surprised if I didn't have something wrong with me.

I'm having a hard time being around people right now, so for the time being, my Facebook is off. If anyone miraculously happens to read this anyway, I'm sorry. I may or may not respond if you try to get in touch with me.