November. I'm so tired. And fat. And I'm smoking again. I have little money. Still have my job. Still here. Nothing more to say. I am stuck in this cycle of self-destructive behavior. I have no plans
No goals no dreams. Friends but not here. If I died now there'd be nothing interesting to say about me. What a waste of life. Maybe I'll have a dream that inspires me to do something amazing or to just do something to improve my situation.
My depression which has mostly been held at bay is clawing at my brain. My body. My health which is waning. I need to talk to somebody. How do I get my life in order? How do u shake this heavy dementors curse? Expecto. . .
