Second day in a row I’ve committed myself to actually writing. I’m almost impressed. Today was similar to yesterday, although sort of like the nuclear fallout of yesterdays atom bomb. I’m more just drained and melancholic rather than borderline suicidal which I’m sure is a positive. My essay is progressing nicely so I suppose my work isn’t going all too bad. But I’m in need of a serious change if I’m going to be up and at ‘em for when I meet with my friends in a couple of days. Suffice to say I still hate myself and don’t know what to do with myself at all. I genuinely don’t have the energy to rant more so that’s all I have. I hope things improve tomorrow, it’s make or break time.