Fuck. McDonald’s and exhaustion. Half a bottle of wine later the door cracks open, “I’m butt naked and eating out of the fridge!” “I’ll come back later” today felt like rock bottom. I drank half a bottle of old wine and cried in my tub then got angry at my therapist for needing money. I kept crying. The day was good at one point. I’m not doing well though. I’m fucking tired.i wanna fucking kill myself