I’m not doing well. But I am doing better than I was before, so there’s that. And I’m doing better than I was two years ago, there’s also that.

But when I think about my life and what a waste it is, I want to kill myself.

So I don’t blog and I don’t think about my life.

That doesn’t seem a way to live. Not for me.

I don’t know what to do.

I just hate myself.

That’s all.