It's been almost two weeks since I posted here. I would say there has been nothing to say that I haven't already bitched about before, but that isn't true. I was told I would get to go away for a week for a certificate class. That was a lie. My best friend arrived here. We've seen each other once.
Par for the course.
I am having trouble sleeping, I am waking up with back pain from the shitty mattress, I am pretty sure that I have finally reached the level of consumption to activity that I can gain fat at.
The only good thing that I can think of right now is that after almost a year on yet another internet dating site, I finally have a possible prospect. We will see if it lasts.
And yet I still want to die sometimes. Like now. But I won't because I lack the drive to do anything. Fuck depression...
