I just want to sleep all the time. Is this depression? I don’t want to do anything but not exist, to be in a fantasy world the whole rest of my life…
Went to this garden with mom and middle brother today. I had psychosis the whole time. I was abused. By strangers. By brother.
Brother said at lunch he had depression. I want to help him.
We ought to do more things. I don’t know.
I need to do more things in my personal life, too. It’s hard. Taking free online classes comes to mind as fun, but I don’t know, I end up being too lazy to do it all the time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
We took lots of pictures today. I’ll have to look through them.
I love mom. I love my brother so much. I love both my brothers. If anything ever happened to them… wow. Amazing. I don’t even know. I can’t even imagine. My mom’s brother died when I was in elementary school, so…
I better pop off. That’s it for now.