As August begins, I revisit this blog to see I have been saying the same shit for 3 months. In actuality, probably about 4 years. I’m like a prisoner in my apartment. I don’t want to see anyone. Very little brings me any happiness. Sickness is what I feel. Fatigue, mentally and physically.
The thought of rebounding like I have before is constant. It drives me fucking crazy, daily. I’m entering the twilight of my life and I’m just not able to get started on a path to feeling better. I’m 268 lbs. I feel like a piece of garbage. I could change ALL of this tomorrow. Or… I could sleep in again. I truly don’t have much left. I’m tired.
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Quiet Desperation 