When I look back on June, I’m not pleased. It was more of the same from a different location. I’m now laying in bed back in Niagara dehydrated and starving. Depressed. High. Unmotivated.
Sad. May was supposed to be exciting new life and job progress. I wanted change.
Now I just lay here wasting drugs feeling sorry until good arrives and I have enough energy to start things.
My mind is flooded with things I need to do but I’m not doing any of them.