All I want to do lately is sleep, eat, fuck, and lounge around in my char.
Remember Linus with his security blanket? I think I have an emotional-support afghan.
I also feel like destroying shit, just taking everything in and on my desk and building a nice bonfire with it, or smashing the expensive electronic stuff to bits.
I'm not really sure I'm slipping back into severe depression. It certainly wouldn't hurt to talk to a doctor and gets my meds checked out.
Don't mind me, I'm just venting in a place where nobody really knows me or gives a damn what I say.