We set the moving date for February. I don't know what I'm going to do. I've never felt this alone. Nothing feels good, I can't think of one thing I can do for money right now that feels good besides fucking tutoring and music, neither of which pay. It wouldn't be a big deal to just do something that feels bad, except how long am I supposed to do that for? How long do I live here in limbo, feeling like a fucking fuck up, like a cheap asshole who can't get anyone to give two shits about these stupid songs, who can barely provide for himself and who can't find or make his own happiness to save his fucking life.

My head collapsed an hour ago and I think I'm shutting down.