My period is a day late. This is not unusual for my periods, but these days wreaks havoc on my mood.
I cried most of the way home, because for one reason or another all the posts that my friends and Ryan's friends have put up about their pregnancies popped into my head, and I thought, ". . . And all of them will get to have their babies." I was angry at the unfairness and horrified at my selfishness.
Then I look at my house and think, "This is no place for a baby. This isn't even a place for kittens." I am living in squalor, and eventually I'm not going to be able to use depression as an excuse. Well, I could stay depressed forever, but impressed as I am with my ability to drive while sobbing, I don't want to live this way always.
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