I have this journal on a depression board, but I can't seem to get the nerve to log in there, and I have nothing there, really.
I'm an alcoholic. My pancreas is failing, I've had two attacks already. I shouldn't ever drink again, but I drink daily.
I think I am trying to kill myself slowly. What an awful way to go.
I keep wanting something wonderful and life-changing to happen to me, but that just isn't how reality works.