It's a little after 11:30 p.m. as I write this. I am feeling so low and so worthless.
I have to go back to work tomorrow. I am trying to decide if I should try to spend the rest of the night working on my novel, or just watching videos and getting drunk. I can't make up my mind. I really, really want to get drunk...
Ah, but I won't. And I won't work on my novel, either. Instead, I am going to take a Benadryl — they always knock me out — and drift off to sleep. Perhaps tonight I'll finally die. I can only hope. God, I hate this damn life so much.
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