I promised my keyworker I wouldn't do anything, and would go back on my anti-depressants. But I'm not sure I'm gonna make it through the week. I don't even know why I'm like this, really. Things have been so much better this year. I've moved out into my own place, got in shape, and have someone who loves me. But I have a severe urge to swallow the pills. I'll be ok tonight, but only because I only have 16 pills on me. I will buy more tomorrow. I want to go. Listening to Lady Antebellum isn't helping.