It happened again. Everything makes more sense. I feel better. I can work through the exhaustion. I can't work through feeling like a failure and I'm not in control of me. Like I'm weak. Not strong enough. When both of these things are a failure at living life normally one is a strength to me and the other is a weakness. I don't want to talk about this today. I should but I don't want to. If you ask I will. I hate everything surrounding all of this.