-_-

I think, for possibly the first time in forever, I don't actually want to be depressed. At all. I'm genuinely uncomfortable feeling like this, and have perhaps inadvertently taken "the first step" by not resigning myself to it. Well, whatever. It should make for an interesting discussion with the doctor tomorrow ^_^

Still... fuck me I feel awful.

It feels so strange having a room, a bed to myself. It's not that I don't like it, and in a lot of respects it's really not that different. Especially considering its previous inhabitant. I just want some social interaction. Or something. I don't know.

I'll do anything. To please anyone.

Who can distract me.

For a few hours.

But it's enabling me

To get

very

aggitated

with

you

stupid

people

who

make

me

feel

worse