Oh Well

Today I got out and felt almost human again, not like this lifeless being that's been wandering around for the past 4 days calling it self by my name. Almost. Then I got home. I still can't keep food down. I just want to yell and scream at someone, anyone, but I can't. I have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow. I'm scared of myself still. I'm not thinking straight. About anything. Everyone is having a bad week and I feel bad because I am too so instead of being there for people, I'm the one making people feel worse by my depressed mood and lack of advice. I'm sorry.