in the truest since i am back where i started. people seem happy for that. i am not dreaming of blades drawn across my wrists every moment of every day. except i didn't really like where i was so i'm not so happy to be here - it's like moving from a crappy apartment into a shitty apartment and then getting your crappy apartment back again.

i'm a little tired of writing about my day to day life. even the stuff that evokes any "emotion" in me; it's all just the same crap repackaged. trying to not be depressed was what what was making me more depressed.

i've stayed resolute in my decision to quit therapy. seems like it was a good idea since i just got a letter that my therapist is leaving the practice. ah well,as long as my pill pusher is there, i'm good.