It's worse every day. I can really tell when I try to think back a few days and realize how much better I was then. A week ago, I was struggling, no doubt, but at least I was able to put my mind on the future- this summer, for instance. Now I am a complete mess, I can't conjure up any ideas, I am as dissociated as ever-almost, and I don't want to know what's next. I am a waste of space.