More of nothing.

Nothing. I fed the cats.

Nothing

I don't feel loved, I feel nickle and dimed. And like this whole thing was my idea, forced down the gullet of D.

I used to have a little left at the end of the day to build myself back up with, but now I'm just spent. I'm getting to the point where there is nothing left. I used to like myself, a little. Now I want to crawl out of my own hated skin.

Isn't there someone or something that could validate me? Someone or something that could tell me that I'm not a waste of spaceortimeormoney? Besides alcohol?

I'm sorry for feeling sorry for myself. But right now..I can't do anything else. Sorry.