10 years ago, today would’ve been so fun for me — being a part of an atmosphere that most people would shell out hundreds of dollars for, which happened to be one of my biggest passions in life.

Now, I called in sick today because the anxiety of trying to act happy there is too much. 

I really don’t enjoy anything anymore. Not my hobbies, career, family, etc., and I have zero desire to learn anything new.

Rock bottom doesn’t exist. It keeps getting worse.