I thought I was being careful and in control of myself and what was going on, but that's pretty far from the truth I realize. No matter how many precautions I take, things don't end up how I plan for it. Even still, I thought there would be sympathy.

Life is starting to feel like a pointless game again. The itch to escape it has really bothered me tonight, but I'll keep plodding on for a few more days, a week, a month. I don't know. I was feeling better for a while, but now I'm stuck in a rut again.