I'm pretty down and I don't understand it.
I thought I was over all of this, I thought I had 'beat' depression, so why is it back haunting my door? Why has it stolen my motivation from me, yet once again? I thought this was something I grew out of, something that faded away when the situation was altered. I thought I had won.
But it is about 6:30pm on my day off and I haven't stepped a foot outside, I haven't done much of anything, and hell, I'm still in my PJ's. I keep saying that I'm gonna go take a shower and go to Wally World, yet I keep putting it off. Just thinking of it makes me tired.
So you've gotta know that the urge is screaming through my ears.
Has been all day.
I don't know how I'm going to make it through cut-free.