i hate this

the uncertainty of everything right now. I cant stand it. I feel so wobbly with this whack of depression, its like its smacked me in the face. It makes it so much harder to try and eat, because i just cant be bothered to think about the hassle of food, so i just don't. and then things get bad, and then i just sleep and sleep and then thats all my life is. no matter what i do, it comes back to another round of this. i thought i was over this phase now.