I hate this. Being alone is pretty much always a recipe for depression for me. Most times I can rub along but last night and to a certain extent today I'm just feeling beat down over the whole thing.

I'm just tired. Don't know how else to describe it. Tired and sad and I don't like sitting alone in a big empty house, like I was last night. I'm not even sure what it is I need in my life. I'm strongly suspecting (much to my surprise) that this isn't really about sex - although that stress plays a part. More companionship I think.