The end to another boring day.

I have literally done nothing today, that's a lie actually. I spent most of it in my room, with the blinds down so I didn't have to face the sun, reading Second Helping and watching Hellcats and being generally miserable.

I can't seem to shake this miserable-ness. I mean I had my bouts of depression, rather frequently, but since everything has happened with Dan I have just been constantly upset or whatever. Which sucks because I feel like I'm letting a man run my life? (I'm too much of a feminist at heart) I feel like Dan's the reason I'm so upset, and it is, but I think that with all the stuff that happened, it just kind of confimed all my own doubts and made me think so much less of myself.

These blog posts must be so crap to read, it's just about my depression. This is why I shoudn't do BEDA, I just end up writing about how sad I am then people get worried and stuff. I don't mean to worry y'all. I have my own way with dealing with this stuff, and it should be writing it all down (like this) but this doesn't help I don't think. Maybe it does subconciously, but it just means that I can't live in denial.

This all made sense in my head, but it probably doesn't make any sense at all, just me ranmbling on. Sorry.

Bye.