So once again I'm getting a really late start. Once again my dad came to make sure I was awake. I think he's starting to get worried about me. If I'm waking up this late then I daresay that he has a right to be. I want to say that I don't know why this is happening, but I do. It's my depression. I don't feel that I have anything to wake up anymore. Work is hardly a motivator when you have no set hours. It looks like I'm going to be getting a late start on work today.
When you get depressed there are a few things that go. The first two are personal hygiene and sleep. You either sleep more or sleep less, and you take a lot less baths. The reason my teeth are in the state they are is because I barely ever brushed them during those two years I spent in a depressed stupor. I never went out, so I never felt like bathing either. I'd only do it when my own smell got too overpowering.
The good news is that my hygiene at least is still there. I keep myself clean. I don't shave as much as I should, but I'm clean at least. And I am still working. Even if it is just because I regard work as a necessary evil because I have things I want. Isn't that really how most people see work though?
I just know that this can't continue. Let's see what happens now.