Lull in the backlog, so I have two extra days off without pay. I should be livid about it... but I am honestly so emotionally spent from this week I am almost welcoming it.

It hasn't been a year yet since I've left the safe confines of the woods. I never expected the world to be this cruel. But I guess I had grown naive in my cynicism.

Any friend that bolts when they hear their friend is depressed and feeling nearly suicidal... is not a friend at all I guess. And...

Let's just go for starters.. if you've read the previous entries this will likely make more sense. Or not.

I was robbed on Monday. Someone had taken all my money out of my account through an act known as skimming. I am very strict about keeping my card with me, so I was very alarmed when it happened.

Meanwhile, my so called friends are tangling into this mess of lies and betrayal. So I come into work late after going to the bank after getting my affairs sorted. (Well...

A bad friend though...

that's what I can't stop thinking about. I think I've been a good friend.

I feel so lost right now

What can I say? The last two weeks have been hell. Fell into a deep, dark depression I haven't seen for over a decade. I had friends supporting me and holding me up.. but still I had even been considering suicide.

I decided it may be my meds, so I went to the doc and he switched me up. Still a bit iffy, but they seem to do the trick and that constant, nagging depression trying to trick me into offing myself is gone. Thankfully.

However.

I have some...