School is kicking my butt. The eating disorder is kicking my butt. Depression is kicking my butt. I'm starting to think my butt likes being kicked.

Birthday is this weekend. For some reason, the closer I get to it, the more depressed I become. I just feel there's no reason to celebrate anymore. So, I made it another year? Barely. And I only have another year of that 'barely' to look forward to as I claw my way through the mess I've made.

Depression really is kicking my butt.