Thank god for my two "W"s - weed and wellbutrin.

The first couple of weeks were the worst. Each week after I'd cry less and less, and now I'm not really crying, but motivation is barely there. Mood is up and down. It's too easy to just... stay at home. I wish I was with my partner; I wouldn't need to have to fight the lack of motivation to go out.

Needless to say, life just fucking sucks, as it tends to do. :D


Barely managed to get crap out of storage and get rid of/sell/throw out/donate it, so we're stuck paying for another month... and I can't even cover it. Not feasible to just take everything out of storage at once or move it to another else we'd do that by now.