Someone's At The Door, Keenan

Hey there, all...

A short story to the person who can identify the quote in the subject line?

Godamnit.

I've been trying to fight it off, and I've been unsuccessful. I'm depressed, again. Seriously, depressed. Nothing makes me...really happy any more. I'm really, really lonely, but I don't want to connect with anyone. Why? Because I'm afraid. Of what? That people are going to talk to me and realize how stupid/whacked I am. I feel betrayed by myself, like the person I knew is suddenly gone and there's this entirely new person in his place.

And now, I'm a green-eyed monster.

I hate jealousy. I hate it because it's my last great problem. I push people away, and then I get jealous when they form friendships between each other. What the heck is wrong with me?

Time to work on things.