Today
I decided to stay home and clean up, of course I didn’t. I just sat on the couch, well layed, and felt medicated. Plus there’s that ringing in my ears.
11pm and I took out 2 bags, then 4 and then 3. 9 in all. That’s an accomplishment, but it doesn’t feel like it.
A failure again.
It’s hard to see the accomplishment when there’s so much failure all around me.
