I don’t like this. Last time I felt like this, I downed ten pills and felt like hell the next day. Then at least I had a reason. Now? Not so much.

I should be happy. But today I feel like everything is kind of a lie. I don’t know. Stress has been getting to me and I dont trust anyone. Awesome. My skin is a mess and I feel disgusting. Fun!

I should be happy. A boy has put up with me for a month. Work isn’t bad. Home is so-so. But things aren’t bad. And I want to go hide from life. Awesome.

I cooked last night. That was good. Sausage and peppers. Huzzah.