I can’t believe I have to get out of bed to go and see you. I hate this. I might not do it. I might just phone you instead. Although then I won’t see the cat.

I was lashing out at that person and now I just feel like **** about it. That person doesn’t want to hear my tirades and doesn’t care. And now I guess I have to go and tell you about it, I guess.

Also, these antidepressants aren’t even working as far as I can tell. I feel so worthless and alone.