As in the wailing from misery kind of sadness. To those who care, this wasn't caused by a specific thing, more from 4 years of regret, and my inability to look to the future or past for comfort. What makes it worse is that I psychologically treat everyone I know as a success story, and myself as the only failure, just from seeing messages my friends have sent each other, and seeing that my accomplishments are trivial and meaningless in comparison. I also have regrets in the way I have acted in the past. But they are things that I'll keep to myself. They aren't interesting anyway. See you Flood. I have a lot to think through, but I'll be back.