I know I am finally in a depressive episode because the idea of going out and seeing friends (my two friends, that I've truly missed) has become something I want to avoid.

I am currently sleeping on the sofa in the living room because I became paranoid with my bed and being sick and.. it doesn't make any sense. I think I am trying to deal with my illnesses and accepting them but not just going "well I have it so I will deal with it" but also "it's okay to be fuc**** angry about it" too.

eh. It's too much. I don't even want to think about the upcoming months, the only thing I am looking forward to is the POSSIBILITY of moving in with my partner sooner rather than later.