I've crashed now. Officially depressed 😔. Wishing I wouldn't have published my four novels and seven short stories in the span of four days. 😢 Feeling like maybe it was a mistake, but if I hadn't been hypo I never would have done it. I just wish I hadn't been so hasty I guess or I don't know. No one is going to read them anyways. I'm a complete FAILURE. Waiting on an author interview for the ezine. She agreed to do it and is an old friend of mine but she's "made" it and is probably too big now for our little ezine so I doubt I'll get any answers back from her. I'm complete failure scum.

Can't even get out of bed today. Just got up to have some fruit and tea and type in my journal. Going on a seroquel binge, which I know is bad. I'm getting a refill on the first though. Haven't gotten my fat *** in the shower. Haven't brushed my teeth. Gross.

Our daughter is on spring break now, and on Monday we're going on a little mini vacation. Husband and daughter wanted to go to House on the Rock and I was like HELL NO. I've been to that creepy ***, demented and sinister place twice and never want to go back there again!!!! I am sorry for being a stick in the mud but just NO. So they can go. I'm not. We're seeing caves too. Caves are cool. I'm up for caves. Caves don't give me FUKKED UP DREAMS. Just hopefully the weather is nice..