Can't be bothered to change my clothes or bathe then. Seems no point. I know that people will retort with the fact that looking after my well being will improve my mental state, but I don't think people understand that I've been this way for a long time. The broken, dying me, is the real me now. The clean, well presented, sociable me is the mask I wear. I don't wear the mask when I'm alone. I can't fool myself.

I was so tired Saturday I didn't realize I worked all day wearing my shirt backwards. Oh well. At least I made it to work.