It took me three weeks of my entire sleeping pattern becoming pretty much non-existent, sleeping 36 hours straight and not eating for four days (I finally grabbed some kind of food relief at three this morning when I grilled sausages though I wasn't really hungry before and still aren't) and the reading one of my favourites online to realise...I'm depressed. After weeks of trying to prove to myself that I'm not, I have finally admitted...that I am.
Bloody god damn hate this!
Kya |