I'm still trying to pull out of a tailspin. Actually, that's false. I'm not trying at all. I'm not even willing to leave my bedroom . . . except just now to eat something. I don't feel sad. I just feel like it's pointless to be bothered doing anything. I know it's wrong to think like that. I just can't seem to care.

I feel like this is getting out of hand and that I should consider getting some kind of help. But then I figure it won't do any good, so why bother.