Well, I've relapsed again. How has everyone else's weekend been?

Today I accomplished the difficult task of scrubbing the third floor toilets while trying not to drink the bleach to end my suffering. Look, I'm depressed. Must be Thursday.

I have no job, no money, no friends, no significant other... I keep breaking out into chills and shaking. Sometimes I see things that aren't really there. And this is supposed to be better than being tweaked?

Well, it's good to know that no matter where I am, no matter how sick, or how high, or how depressed I am, the world is revolving around Brian's and Justin's drama. Excellent work, boys.

My life is a never-ending hell. Each day is one step closer to darkness, spiralling towards oblivion. I feel nothing. I want nothing. Am I really here?