[Kate*]

It figures I actually make plans for tomorrow then I eat too much and now I'm miserable. Please go away and don't let me throw up!

Still recovering and now the depression is beating the crap out of me for NO reason whatsoever. So much for the day I was supposed to have, it's ruined. I GIVE UP

I guess we're not going after all, and when I complain that I still don't have shoes that I've desperately needed for 2 years and I only have one pair of jeans still good enough to wear in public and that I can't wear shorts when it's 90 and humid because the only pair I have are too small now, you're going to blame ME saying that you offered to buy me whatever I wanted for my birthday and we never went. If we go now you'll complain it's rush hour and then everything will be closed.

Dear depression, you ruined that FUCK OFF!!!