Depressed, very depressed. I've decided it's a worse feeling to be disappointed in yourself than to be disappointed in other people.
I swear, every weekend I tell myself I'm going to do things differently, and every weekend I do the exact same shit. Drink too much, eat too much, smoke too much, then before I know it it's Monday. My weekends pass in a haze.
That and the fact that Hubbs and I were very distant this weekend, I had my feelings hurt numerous times, and my weight shot up 5 flippin pounds-I'm just in no mood to deal with anything today.
Now if I could remember this feeling come Friday, maybe I could make the changes necessary to not feel like such a loser.