Sometimes...I think I excel at missing the point, screwing simple things up...and not realizing it until I have managed to make it decisively worse.

Or maybe not.

I'm not really sure.

So tired, so sleepy...and being medicated isn't helping.

I really hope I can get a living situation sans a roommate...or at least to where I have access to a room by myself 24 hours a day or least 6-8 hours a day.

I miss complete privacy...and it's impossible for me to start to fully recharge when I don't have silence, darkness and am able to actually rest.,,