Or week...

Or month...

Or however long it's been since I slipped (further) into depression. Life just isn't very kind to me. Hasn't really been for as far back as I can remember. Life was never easy, but until recently, I didn't even start to realize how fucked up everything has been.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Maybe 3-4 hours a night.

Why is all this bullshit necessary? These headaches, these heartaches... what's the point to all of it?

And before someone asks, NO, I'm not feeling suicidal. I'm just exhausted and philosophical, a dangerous combination.