11/13/2024

Entered a fit of depression and just spent the last 24 hours in bed catatonic. Trying not to enter a new fit *of rage* at the grief over the time wasted, and break everything in my house right now. What's the point? I don't even want to write about it here. I don't know why I wrote this, I thought maybe it might make me feel better about all of this. I'll never get the time back. 

EDIT:
I got drunk and ate meiji milk chocolate and played Silent Hill 2. I feel better now.