Fear and Self-Loathing in Riverside 3

Elusive happiness. That would mean that it exists in some form or another.

Is it nonexistent? Guilt seems to stand in the way, among other things.

Maybe Karma has a deeper hold on my life than I think.

Maybe my Irish-Catholic guilt has manifested itself into guilt for nonexistent offenses.

Guilt for things I haven't done.



Shit.