I'm pissed at myself for not enjoying my life more.
Things aren't that bad, so I shouldn't feel the way I do.
It's lonely here.
Go back to see the dr next week. Not sure what to say. Am I better? Sort of? Not melting down like I was, but not particularly happy.
This isn't supposed to happen to me. I'm tough as nails. I can handle anything.
Guess not.
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