I had hope. It was there. It didn't last long, but it was definitely there. Now it is gone.

While I was in hospital I was definitely hopeless. A few days before I got out something changed. I thought there was hope I could change how my life was going. It was enough to make me feel I could do life again.

The other day i realised that hope was, well hopeless. Nothing is changing. I feel so damn defeated. I can't handle my life.