Some days are bad. Some days are okay. Somedays are just nothing.
These are the ones that are hardest to deal with. I’m so bored don’t want to do anything. I have no interest in TV, reading, seeing or speaking to other people, any of the things I normally do to fill my time. I’m ansty about what to do with myself. I usually can’t just sleep it off because, most likely, I’ve already been asleep for double the amount of time of a ‘normal’ person.
Nothing means anything. Life is pointless and stupid and I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t care about myself or anyone else. There is no hope. Nothing will ever get any better. Life, unappealing and uninteresting, stretches out in front of me like a sentence in Hell.
These thoughts cycle through my head over and over to the point where I feel psychotic. I hate days like this.