I've slunk back into a "I don't give a shit about anything and have no emotions" type state.

Everything apart from laying in my bed and watching television just seems like a chore; it takes so much effort for me to try and do simple things again.  I've stopped going to mma (which I really need to get back to but my energy levels have been so fucking low) and I've been unable to get the inspiration to write (despite being so fucking close to being done with my fic), and even like...showering has gotten less frequent.

Maybe it is because I messed with my medication.  Probably.

Maybe it is also because I have no one to talk to this semester.

I just...this semester was supposed to be a good break to get me back into a good state of mind and I feel like it hasn't helped as much as I wanted it to: I'm worried about weight and money and other shit.
I don't want to talk to people about this stuff, and I feel like some probably wouldn't want to hear about it anyway.

Like, I should be happy.

But I'm not.  I hate where I live and I hate that I feel like I'm stagnant and I just want to run.

The bad thing also is that I want to do things in theory but my lack of funds have prevented me from doing much, as well as my own lack of energy.

I want to go home.  I was happier when I was home.