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Mar 15, 2006 01:41

Dear Journal,

I feel like an idiot for telling you this, but if you remember, I did say that I was going to tell you more about my thought things than doing things, so I'll give it a go.

It must have been Saturday. I was feeling pretty good - I'd managed to get up before late afternoon and was fairly ok with everything. The previous day (that's Friday) was a good day to build on. It started slowly, but the afternoon presented the sun and I managed to go out with my camera to take some photos for the thing I am making my grandma.

Sunday was ok too, and even Monday was pretty good as I managed to get quite a bit of assignment work done and I thought things were finally actually heading in the right direction as far as not feeling so hopeless goes. I actually thought to myself, I haven't felt like this a long time, it was pretty extraordinary to me. Sure I've had emotional ups while escaping to Stars Hollow, but this was an extended up lasting a few days.

Then today, predictably, it all went back to normal. I felt pretty terrible in myself and could barely do anything and just started to get angry and even more down than I had been for a few months.

It's not at all significant, and I know that everyone has ups and downs, and I shouldn't get so hopeful about a measly few days of feeling ok after years of feeling pretty bad, but it just kind of got to me a bit. Ok well Journal, it's time for me to go to bed, so night and thanks for listening xx.
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