Thought I might be feeling better. Nope. The regular stressors aren't helping. I have to add additional information for my part of a group project which I had been hoping was behind me. I still don't feel like doing the dishes but I rinsed/scraped out stuff that was probably starting to grow. My clothes are still covering half my bed. And I do not want to write for that paper. It was hard enough before.

But I'm not that depressed... I can still drag myself out of bed and I have some slight motivation to attend things and see friends.... I even went to my martial arts class (exercise and all that).

I kind of wish my parents could take care of me instead of me having to help out all the time... the intermediary. I wish I didn't have to worry about money. I wish my friends and family were healthy and happy.

I've started an upped dose today; placebo could be the reason I felt a bit better earlier. Placebo or not, it's something.

I hope no one sees the room. I have to fix it up by Sunday before my roommate gets back.