I have read many blogs that clearly seek to entertain.

This is not that kind of blog. Or at least, this is not that kind of entry. I am writing now because I am down.

Sometimes I think the worst thing about life is its constancy. Of course, your life (... my life) is far from constant.

But life itself is. It goes on. And on. 

In fact, that's what my religion teaches me. Cause and effect, karma, life and death. 

You cry, you fall asleep, but then you wake up. Someone dies (I die?), but life goes on. Your heart breaks, but it doesn't stop beating.

Speaking of heartbreaks, I am convinced that I am utterly incapable of sustaining a relationship.

In fact, that is probably the only thing I am confident about these days. I am so insecure about everything I am almost arrogant.

It's a shame really. I miss the old Char, and she really is gone forever.