Night 11.

I finished the book. It was not as great as I expected it to be. The Legacy by Gemma Malley should have been a lot 'more'. It felt hurried, as though it is just done because it has to be, you know a bit like that last paragraph of the essay, put in just to get the word count up?

Lyle wanted to sleep in my bed again. I struggled to get to bed around 11pm, and struggled to get up this morning at 8am.
I feel very fuggy lately, and fear my depression is slowly filling my head up. Is it Seasonal Affective Disorder or just plain depression? I do not know. But I do know, I am short tempered more, irritated by silly things more, and I don't like it.

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