Seems I told myself I'd never let myself sleep the day away from depression. I suppose it's not as bad as it could be... I still do what I'm supposed to... most of it, anyway. Though I opted to sleep through a field trip the other day... it would have been good for me to go to that... I felt like I couldn't drag myself there, I needed another nap instead. I was supposed to go... darn it.
I'm dragging my way through everything lately, I don't know how I'll manage to keep up with the schoolwork when it starts coming - and I'm only taking 4 classes!
And the weight... ugh. I can feel all the extra weight I'm gaining... it's so frustrating. But I have no energy to work it off, and eating is so tempting... I worked so hard to reach the weight I was at, and now I'm a couple sizes bigger and feeling sloppy.
I hate this so much, I can't stand feeling this way. I'll probably just have to go back to bed to cope with how I feel.