I have been seriously slackin when it comes to posting in journals and updating my own. Things have been so purely shitty that I either haven't had time or I decided not to further spread the crap onto others. But this IS my personal journal, so fuck it.
Things just suck.
No multitude of compliments on my looks can make me feel better about myself. No abundance of compliments on my non-tangible goods can make me feel better about my intellectual abilities.
I am thoroughly unhappy right now.
I have NO libido and my usual personal buton-pushing even had lost its luster. (Even with the assistance of my fave porn!
)
My only consolation, which I cannot leave unmentioned, is that I can actually write....well at least a little bit.
This depression is the thick and sticky kind. I can't get out of it and it seems to be becoming a part of me. I remember when I used to smile a lot. I remember when I didn't worry about half of the things that now keep me up at night. I wish I had something more uplifting to share.
Things just suck.
No multitude of compliments on my looks can make me feel better about myself. No abundance of compliments on my non-tangible goods can make me feel better about my intellectual abilities.
I am thoroughly unhappy right now.
I have NO libido and my usual personal buton-pushing even had lost its luster. (Even with the assistance of my fave porn!
)
My only consolation, which I cannot leave unmentioned, is that I can actually write....well at least a little bit.
This depression is the thick and sticky kind. I can't get out of it and it seems to be becoming a part of me. I remember when I used to smile a lot. I remember when I didn't worry about half of the things that now keep me up at night. I wish I had something more uplifting to share.
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Thanks for making my daily shopping that much harder!
hang in there, sister.