I couldn’t tell you what I’m doing today. I mean, I’m sort of half watching football, (the American kind), and half playing on my phone.
I should be writing my personal statement for graduate school.
I should be doing laundry.
I should be DOING something.
Except I’m not.
I’m starting to wonder if I’m depressed and I just can’t seem to shake it. I don’t know. I’m trying to kind of fake it or whatever, because I really don’t want to admit that I’m a slave to medication, but I might be.
I am not really happy about that.
I can’t tell if this is situational or just me because lots has been happening. I can’t tell if I’d be coping with it better if I were more adequately medicated… maybe I’d care less.
I am frustrated.
I just feel like I should be doing things and I’m not. I don’t have the energy or gumption to do them either.
I am drowning… and freaking out about it.
I’m not okay.
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