I am...

I have nothing of importance to write about. I have nothing new or exciting or fun going on. I am tired. I am sad. I am lonely after having someone to sleep next to for the past week. I am restless. I am filled with wanderlust and dread. I am upset with myself. I am trapped. I am trapping myself. I am stupidly doing things I know I shouldn't. I am a wreck. I am lazy and fat. I am self deprecating. I am self destructive. I am involved with Craig again and we don't think it is going anywhere because of our mutual open futures. I am trying to be okay with this because I see it as clearly as ever. I am trying to protect myself. I am trying. I am not very good at anything anymore. I am avoiding and it sucks. Blah.