For not getting anything done. For not being able to meet anyone. For failing in literally anything. For crying, for not being able to breath sometimes because the weight of the world is crashing down on me again. For staying in bed all day and eating too much and not working out the way I used to. For feeling uncomfortable. For finding myself disgusting and wanting to escape from everything. For thinking about dying way too often and for wanting to give up.
I’m so sorry for all of this because I’ve been much better and I let this bring me down again. I’m so sorry for being this weak again.