Ugh, sometimes I wonder if life really is worth it. Nothing I try seems to help. Right now I’m not sure if I feel more anxious or depressed, but whatever it is it isn’t very good. Wishing I had more of a support system but I’m also afraid to trust people. I feel so hated from above if anything’s up there.

I felt okay yesterday, but today I’m a little off, and my stomach is way off. I’m suspecting the cantaloupe I ate.

I’ve come to realize that I’m probably never going to get better, so my only two choices in life are to learn to adapt and just enjoy the good days when I have them. Or simply throw in the towel and end it all. I just don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m hanging on by a bare thread that’s getting thinner and thinner. I don’t want to burden others with my problems, but I sure could use some more support until this ends however it’s destined to end.

Last night I accidentally found Aly’s newest my-diary account. She’s struggling with her weight now. I sent a message of support but I’m sure I won’t get anything from her in return. I never do anymore, so why I bother is beyond me. Really need to learn to give up on those who have given up on me.