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Journal Redux #7

August 29, 2017

Mood: Depressed

Sleep: Sleeping, Erratic
Food: Whatever I feel like

Energy: None
Motivation: None
Ambition: None

Libido: Roller Coaster
– Porn Addiction: Slight

Therapy: Appointment Set
Med Compliance: Waiting to see Psychiatrist

Conscience: Stronger

It has been nearly a whole month since I actually wrote anything. I have thought about it a few times, even wrote something once.

At the end of the sentence, though, I feel no different. I want to just block out everything outside of the walls of my home. I don’t want to deal with friends, family, or anyone.

ANY amount of stress for me is like using a megaphone. It could be something trivial (a whisper) but it will come out loud. It could be as light as a feather but when it lands on my shoulders it weighs down like I am trying to carry the mule instead of packing it on the mule itself.

I lost my thoughts… but I will post this one.

 

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