Another weekend, another time to me to sit here and think about how much I truly dislike my life. This weekend is made even better by the fact that my power will be disconnected once the weekend is over. Hopefully just for 2-3 days, but still going to be interesting. I shouldn't expect any different.

The worry is making me sick again. And the depression isn't helping. I have no energy, no will, no drive to do anything. I just want it all to be over.

I have a 3 month supply of my blood pressure meds. Every day I stare at those bottles. I just don't want it to hurt. I don't want to hurt any more.