i'm back to being very, very worried about myself.
i didn't mean for this blog to become a whiny mope fest, but i'm at a really strange place right now.
i just need to go out and do it...
why do i always torture myself?
what am i afraid of?
will i ever be functional again?
noon edit: i'm too hard on myself. things aren't hopeless. i'm not hopeless. i'm just grumpy in the morning sometimes.