So I'm Not Perfect...

It's a good thing I never claimed to be. So I'm not a saint. I may have made my outsides look like my insides. So I look like the monster you are making me out to be.
Maybe the reason I don't want to talk to y'all is because you either don't care, won't remember, or aren't listening, so why waste my ****ing breath?
And you know, I'm not that bad. I'm not a monster, just a sinner. I wrote 3 papers for school, I did my makeup, I made the bed, and I even did the dishes.
To me, that's incredible considering how disappointed I felt when I woke up this morning. And once I accepted I was awake I didn't want to get out of bed for anything.
I have no idea how I think or feel. Apathetic. Numb. For lack of a better term.
I guess I need to go and retry the health department to see a doctor. I'll make an appointment first thing in the morning. That means I'll probably have an appointment in a month. Not feeling to happy about that. But I suppose it's better than doing nothing at all.
but honestly.... I could care less about anything right now.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I hope tomorrow is a better day for you.

I'm so sorry you feel like you have to go back.