Yesterday I dead ass took a seroquel and went back to sleep after only about an hour and a half of being awake. Today I spoke to nobody except one of the annoying tweaker friends who woke me up. I’m slipping back into having mush brain because I’m once again not eating enough. It’s like fucking Flowers For Algernon but real life. I just want my friend back. I wish I could pull myself out of this but I know I won’t.