So I have finally decided to move back home with my parents. Not good. It has caused me to reflect on how fruitless my life has been, particularly the last two years. I really deteriorated mentally the last two years, I assume from living by myself and being isolated. Hopefully being around people will snap me out of it.

At the moment though I am quite emotional and have been sobbing a bit. I feel like going through all my old stuff and throwing out some of the stuff that needs to be thrown out, like old video games and papers. The thinking is that maybe this will stop me from being too depressed about returning to the past. I guess it's time to move on, if I can.