I just cannot do it anymore. I just don’t see the point. Every day it is all the same. I go to work and I don’t want to be there. Then, I come home to spend the evening alone. I try to find something to eat that is easy to prepare. I let the dishes stack up in the sink. I see no purpose in doing them. Then, I settled down for the evening to watch a movie and color. That is my life every day and there is no point to it!
The weekends aren’t much better. I am all alone. I try to do chores but what kind of life is that? I hate the monotony of vacuuming, laundry, and cleaning the litter box and the fish tank while trying to find satisfaction.
Today it is really bad. I just cannot do it. They changed my medication two days ago but I do not know if all of these feelings can result so quickly. I am just at a loss at what to do. The only thing good in my life is my cats.