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On Monday, I just spent my day in bed watching movies and blacking in and out. A whole day. Did I have work? Yes. Do I hate my job? No, infact I love what I do. But I didn’t have a fuck to give. I did not care a bit. I just needed to take a break. I just wanted to be alone and stay in bed. So I did. If this isn’t depression creeping up on me, well then fuck my life. But this can’t keep happening. I need to be stronger or I’ll lose my job, (which at this point tbh, isn’t such a bad thing, but I’ll hop on the suicide train, again).
So hoping to have a better day tomorrow and make it to work.