Life begins at 51

The friends stopped messaging me. I crumble when I've got no one. Can't stop sobbing again today. My good habits are out of the window because I'm back to being half a week here, half a week back where I used to live to try to sort out my things. Which isn't going well. Not functioning, not sketching anymore. I did make myself go to art class. Was horribly overwhelmed, managed not to sob there too but felt so very sad. I'm bingeing ever such a lot.

The title of this diary is laughing at me.
Here with you 🫂