I got out of bed at 8AM this morning, which is a little bit later for me than usual. But that's OK. I didn't feel like getting out of bed because I felt so depressed. I felt like I had an emotional hangover. Last week was very weird and not so great.

As of now I've lost an only friend I had, though as of now I'm feeling guilty that I let him go, and thinking of going back with him. The last time we spoke, he said that he doesn't do anything all day and not much people contact. He's very old and can't see very well now. So I don't know. He hadn't been very nice to me the last couple of times we talked. Also the Jacuzzi at where I live is closed now, and that was another valuable tool to help me through life.

This coming Wednesday I will have a blood test to see how I stand with my health. I hope I won't have to be on medication again. It's been nice being off of it.