At one point this weekend my psyche was so fucked up that I almost convinced myself to attempt suicide in order to get hospitalized, because I thought I couldn’t deal with everything right now and because I just wanted to leave everything and all of the stress behind. I honestly don’t know how I got through this weekend.

I’m just bored of everything. Nothing interests me anymore. It’s all bland. Music is the only things that remotely holds my interest. I guess that’s what depression does though, just takes the color out of everything. Still, everything is repeated, and even when I try a change of pace everything just becomes adjusted and routine eventually. I’m just tired of everything.