I screwed up today.
Got pissed off at something that was nothing and let my depression get the better of me.
So what did I do?
Allowed myself to spiral downward and play Angry Birds for 7 hours.
I wasted today.
All I wanted was a phone call to play Disc golf or at least an apology for not calling me when I saw you at the course. I’m freaking lonely already. I already feel like I don’t have friends.
Well? Proof?
Yeah. Maybe.
No progress, just regress; and some sort of proof that even after a year of medication I still have some things to work on.
Sorry. This was not my day.
Also? Insomnia.
