Monday, October 19, 2020

Trade my depression for cancer.

4:30am Right now I wish I had cancer instead of depression. Then there would be an end.

6:45am I'll be fine if I can just crawl my way out of this black pit. My cats Easter and Ladybug are a big help but not enough I'm afraid. I can't stand to spend another day in darkness. Goddamn hydrophobia, I haven't showered in days. Chalk that up to benzo withdrawal. 

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