I see t later today. Part of me hopes to be able to tell her how tired I am, a bigger part wants me to remember to shut up about it: don't mention the semi-controlled crash because she's likely to make me do something about it. That's not the action I want to take...
I'm supposed to volunteer today, and its about the last thing I want to do. I committed myself to 2 days a week, which was stupid because I struggle with going the one. Depression sucks. Hopelessness sucks. This all sucks...