Mar 03, 2012 15:46
I think my depression has reached a new level of low, as if I've broken through to the other side and can't even feel anymore. I'd kill myself, but it doesn't even seem worth the effort. It's pretty sad when you hate yourself so much, and even you think you're completely worthless and useless and not worth the time to arrange your own demise.
Part of me wants to go out and get amazingly drunk. The other part deems this a foolish idea, quite beneath us. And yet, staying home does not sound the like safest, or wisest course.
Who cares anyway.....