I went to bed at midnight last night, yet slept until 5 pm today. *beats head against wall* Why? WHY? Physically I'm not feeling that bad, but emotionally the bedrock of depression seems to have broken through once again, turning everything grey and hopeless. Every time I woke up, the thought of facing the waking world filled me with such dread that I pulled the covers back over my head and buried myself in blackness once more.
A whole day's work lost. I hate myself so much right now.
A whole day's work lost. I hate myself so much right now.
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I've actually gotten 3 pages of Hardy Boys done today already (they were worked up in true color, but still...), so it hasn't been a total waste.
I'm going onto AIM -- perhaps catch you there?
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