I woke up feeling bla. I hate it. Depression sucks. I don’t want to get dressed. I don’t want to go get my injection or see dr Barry. I don’t really want to do anything, except go back to bed, and hide. Hide from the world. Hide from myself. I will go out, because I have too. But I wish I didn’t have to. Right now I hate life and myself. I hate feeling like this. I just hate everything.