Pressing

I slept in until 3:30pm yesterday. Then I laid on the couch and watched 7 episodes of "All My Children" and 3 episodes of "Big Brother 10".

I ate 6 slices of prosciutto, 7 slices of low fat provolone cheese, an Aero bar and a Kit Kat bar.

I think I'm getting depressed again.

This weekend has been almost a total write-off. I should have been in Fort Erie hanging with my Dad and my best friends. Instead I holed myself up in my apartment, alternating between crying and sleeping.

It's really hard not to feel sorry for myself. This was supposed to be my summer of fun. Last summer was total destruction. This summer has turned into a total dud.

I feel so shitty about myself that I can't even find any wit or humour for this post.

Fuck. Me.