I feel myself slipping again. Not for any real reason unfortunately. Possibly lack of sleep, possibly things piling up in my brain. Starting to feel useless again. Hating myself. Hating my situation. Hating life. This is it? This is everything it has to offer? This is my contribution to the world? This is how I will spend my end days? Useless? Backwards? Confused?
Spoiled the bird yesterday. I got up at 7 to feed her with only 3.5 hours sleep. TGF finally got up later and we went to the pet store. Bought little stuff. Her cage looks like Disneyland. She is acclimating better to the house and the sounds and smells. She is now living in my room to keep her away from the cat.
TGF went home around 4. I made food for me, the kid, and KBF. KBF went home around 7. I went to bed at 9. I was that tired.
I don't know what I am doing right now again. Feel very lost.
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