maybe someday, on a sunday...i'll be telling you

a month has passed. some things have changed, but not much. i get more tired of life as the days go on. i have good days, but more often than not they are bad. i mean i am sleeping a lot more than i used to, but i don't think that is necessarily healthy either. in fact, i am pretty sure it's just depression naps i keep taking. anyways, i should probably write this essay i'm ignoring huh.