Missed another appointment, like always. I can't stop crying, again. I've hardly eaten, again. I haven't taken my levothyroxine, again. I haven't showered, again. I haven't cleaned, again. I haven't had any water, again.

I managed to brush my teeth. That's my success today. Yeah, I know... it's pathetic.

My T can't see me anymore. My pdoc was done two weeks ago. Life's looking great guys and the sun is ****ing shining. Can you feel the sarcasm in text? I've never known.

I'm so sick of living this way. But no one can help. Hell, I can't even help.

Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just weak. Oh, so damn weak. How did I ever make it this far? And why did I?

I'm sorry I made some people here care. I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry if you got attached to my mess.

This might be my last post. I'm a disease and need to be quarantined from everyone. I'll try to do that. I don't want to hurt anyone else anymore.