In the middle of the night

I think the only way to make me feel better is a long and torturous run. But I couldn't because there's phlegm in my lungs.

I need to keep telling myself... At least I never got thigh abrasions before, it's not the end of the world.

Never felt like this in a very long time. It feels... downright depressing. So I need to pack my closet now and drown myself in lots and lots of booze tomorrow to stop thinking about this issue for a while.