Hello gentlemen, women, and degenerates.
Did I really neglect to post for so long?
I mean, it's not important to many other people, but I seriously meant to post on this thing.
I've fallen out of any sort of working schedule. Again. Not that it's important or anything, but it really makes me feel great when I set out to do something that I think's gonna be cool, and then fall directly on my face when it comes to accomplishing it.
But it's not my fault, my depression hasn't improved.
Maybe that IS my fault, though.
I should stop arguing with myself.
Okay, so my therapy stuff isn't helping much. The therapist asks me the same questions for an hour every visit, and usually cuts it off short anyway. Not getting any insight here. I understand the logic behind it, getting me to set an inquest into my thoughts by myself, but I've been with these fucking thoughts for a year and a half and I've gone down every path I can take with them. I should actually get to work on something, maybe kick my lazy ass into gear so I can prove that I'm not worthless.
Anyway, there's the mental status part of this post. (I've somehow gotten a format. Imagine that.)
"If you think I care, you are sadly mistaken."
If you don't care and took the time to read my post, you yourself are sad.
"It's good that you think of yourself as worthless, because you are."
Being worthless is in of itself a trait that has worth in today's world, it's just not something that I like.
"Oh, so you don't like yourself?"
That much has been made clear.
"You're a shitsquid."
And you're a dickchicken.
My sleeping pills aren't kicking in, but this is around that time. Before anyone asks, no one asks those questions to me, I'm just insanely critical of myself, and like to check my own logic at times. I'm thinking this is gonna be the closing thoughts segment from now on. Speaking of thoughts, these nights where the pills don't work leave me suprisingly lucid.
I should start working when I feel like this.