I am fucking exhausted. I got almost no sleep last night. It's 9 am and I'm about to head back to bed.
7 pm. I got some things done but this exhaustion is killing me. I know it's a side effect of the depressive episode and the stress and everything on my mind. But I have things to DO and I can't fight the mental battle if I'm losing the physic one. At least in a few days I'll have clean clothes. Cleaning my quarters is always a slow process. And I am so dissatisfied with everything, overwhelmed and angry and... I don't want to clean this garage I'm living in. I want to leave. That process is also a long one. What I'd like is for it all to go dark. But I can't. I couldn't even do that right, anyway.
Not much I like more these days than sitting in the cool night breeze, listening to music, engaging in bad habits. Keeps me busy. Something to achieve. I give myself a problem, one I can solve in 10 minutes. The music doesn't feel good right now but it fills the silence. Been in my head. A lot lately.

There's nothing more to write tonight. Maybe I'll sleep more. Already slept roughly 6 hours. And I'll probably sleep more. Hell, maybe that'd fix my sleep schedule. Maybe I don't want to fix my schedule because that means I'll be awake when everyone else is.