depressed...
Im so annoyed with myself right now. This whole day I have been trying to calm everyone down and tell everyone not to get stressed out. (Happy Birthday Diana by the way, thought I would just add that) with issues Paige is having and Arri stressing about dianas party and so on.... Im really not one to make a mountain out of a molehill, I am just so out of it right now. While Im trying not to get frustrated with eveyone else's stress, I myself just got more depressed as the night went on.
My mouth has been bleeding NONSTOP today. The entire day. Breakfast? Applesauce. Dinner? 4 cheese sticks that took me 20 minutes to eat... Im so tired of being sick. For the past month, I have been the most physically unhealthy I have ever been in my life. Its really to the point where it has just pushed me into a depression. Im over it. The cold that lasted for 3/4 weeks where I lost my voice and then had the worst most disgusting cough, transformed into pink eye, and then that conveniently clears up the DAY of my surgery....
I was walking up to my house (I know I live in Windermere so you can laugh at me for this, but Im goign to say it anyway) and its PITCH black out, and the thought HONESTLY ran through my head "if I freakin psycho murder came out with a gun in my face right now, I would honestly be like going ahead and kill me, I DONT even care right now, just get it over with.."
Im so depressed Im disgusted with myself. Im mad that I could hardly force myself to have fun at Diana's party. I just cant function anymore. I cant imagine if I ever got cancer or something like that, I would probably just honestly give up....
My mouth has been bleeding NONSTOP today. The entire day. Breakfast? Applesauce. Dinner? 4 cheese sticks that took me 20 minutes to eat... Im so tired of being sick. For the past month, I have been the most physically unhealthy I have ever been in my life. Its really to the point where it has just pushed me into a depression. Im over it. The cold that lasted for 3/4 weeks where I lost my voice and then had the worst most disgusting cough, transformed into pink eye, and then that conveniently clears up the DAY of my surgery....
I was walking up to my house (I know I live in Windermere so you can laugh at me for this, but Im goign to say it anyway) and its PITCH black out, and the thought HONESTLY ran through my head "if I freakin psycho murder came out with a gun in my face right now, I would honestly be like going ahead and kill me, I DONT even care right now, just get it over with.."
Im so depressed Im disgusted with myself. Im mad that I could hardly force myself to have fun at Diana's party. I just cant function anymore. I cant imagine if I ever got cancer or something like that, I would probably just honestly give up....