Maybe it's my period.
Maybe it's mepron.
Maybe it's just me.
This week is supposed to be one of the happiest, one of celebration that I've come so far. Instead I'm skipping meals and dreaming about working myself out to the brink of exhaustion.
I hate depression. It's really scary bad. But I'm not going to do anything about it, so it's useless having these thoughts.
why am I even here?
who knows.
Maybe it's mepron.
Maybe it's just me.
This week is supposed to be one of the happiest, one of celebration that I've come so far. Instead I'm skipping meals and dreaming about working myself out to the brink of exhaustion.
I hate depression. It's really scary bad. But I'm not going to do anything about it, so it's useless having these thoughts.
why am I even here?
who knows.
