Near the bottom

Today I think I'm near the bottom. Hopefully as close as I'm going to get. Worried about losing my voice, angry for no reason, tired but aching to move. Wishing that there were a reason to leave the house, knowing that no reason is good enough to make me, checking email and wasting time, eating, thinking about eating more.

Telling myself that next week will be different. That after eighth week I will step up. I know I have to step up.

I can't write this anymore.