I couldn’t work. I came home. I’m too tired. I’m too irritable. I’m exhausted by the thought of being anywhere except for home, it’s overwhelming and debilitating.
I am so low right now, already thinking of the next few social gatherings I’ll cancel to feel less overwhelmed and tired.
I need these feelings to end and they aren’t. I want to be fun, social and enjoy life and I haven’t been able to. I’ve been coping with food which makes me feel worse, what a horrible cycle.
This must be how my life will inevitably end. A life wasted. I wish I could give my life to another that could use it more wisely, productively or fully.