So...when does life become worthwhile again? Most days there isnt even a reason for getting out of bed.
I think its a bad sign that I feel that way, but fighting it is hard when I'm running out of drive. Wheres my purpose? Its got to be around somewhere...
Freaking out hard core and been sick in random ways (migraine, abdomen pains in random locations, sick stomach, weird feeling in the head. It sucks not having anyone right now and I'm scared that my health is failing.