Instead of thinking about tomorrow?
Ok, I don’t REALLY want to jump of a bridge. But I sure am feeling fragile and self-destructive and hopeless and depressed.
And I have been doing an *ok* job of hiding this lately, methinks. Probably because I have been sleeping. Easy to hide from my bed.
Not unloved though. I do know that despite my best efforts, people still somehow care and like me. Which is difficult for me to understand in foggy moments like these…
Must go to bed and hide now.
Once again. Blah.