Saturday, January 28, 2017

It's a bad day today. Depressed, suicidal, just a big dump on the poop scale. I've been trying to make the best of things, but I finally gave up and took a nap while Nick watched Matthew, and Tea was at the dance competition. Now my ass is dragging, and I can't even begin to describe the heaviness in my chest, which begs the question: why am I even trying to write?