I'm so sick of wasting every day.
There is nothing I enjoy doing anymore. I spend all day hiding inside where it's safe, where I don't have to act when I'm barely holding it together. But I'm so alone, and I'm just existing.
Two hours this morning were spent getting dressed. Two hours. putting on layers and tearing them off, over and over, seeing only a disgusting blob in the mirror that won't go away.
Therapy in an hour, then work, just keep going through the motions. everyone is so far away.