Some friends want to see me, but I am not in the mood whatsoever. My head has been bothering me, and I am not sure what it is. But part of me does not care anymore. Part of me has no will to go on living. What is the point? I am going to be depressed for the rest of my life.

Work was busy today, and I want to stay away from my house for as long as I can. Things are awkward. Very awkward.

Nothing else left to say.