Moody

It's a fact: there is no time to do this, but I sit around like I have all week.

I saw my shrink for the last time today. I haven't had the guts to call my counselor. I have eaten nothing but potato chips and pretzels all day. I have boxes I said I would pack, but I've been avoiding it. I don't want to pull myself out of my home. I feel like a snail in a shell that is too small, but I keep shrinking backwards into it, pulling myself into the little crevices so it will be harder to get me to go.

It was my idea, dammit.