I often feel like a failure. I’m struggling miserably with money. I’m struggling with other things I’d rather not discuss publicly. I’m struggling with everything. I’m never going to find my partner. I’m never going to have the family I long for. I just know this. Because I’m a failure.
I eat too much. That’s why I’m so freakin’ fat. I now have a double chin that shows even when I’m not pressing my chin down. It’s disgusting. My stomach is split in two because of my pants. It’s disgusting. My rings are no longer fitting. I’m so disgusting.
I’m always tired. Like, all the time. I’ll sleep like 12 hours a night and be tired all day at work and when I get home from work. I think this is Depression. Right? Doesn’t Depression give you fatigue? I’m sensitive to that because I often get fatigue with my period, too. It sucks.