I feel like in shouting into the void sometimes.

Okay. Whining over. Back to work. Maybe I'll get lucky and roll off a highway bridge on the drive home.

I didn't work out this weekend, I broke all my diet stuff. Regained all the weight I lost over the last two weeks. I don't know why. I didn't think about it.

Lack of self control is probably why I stayed awake all night. The reality of it all is that I'm as worthless now as I have always been.

I feel like I'm borrowing against my future happiness. I don't have much hope for anything. Streaming is fun and Saturday I even had a good one, but it doesn't matter. Nothing really does.

I feel like every day is just waiting for the next disaster to take everything away from me.

Just miserable. It's so stupid. I have an easy, well paying job. I have my own house. I'm financially stable.

But it can all vanish in a heartbeat because of things out of my control. It's happened before and I will most likely happen again.

Couldn't sleep last night. I dunno if it was the stress, the depression, or the anxiety but I stayed up all night staring at my phone in bed.

In the morning I couldn't get up. Came in three hours late to work(I don't have any time off left). Exhausted. So anxious I feel like throwing up.

Please do not the catboy