Insanely, profoundly depressed. I relapsed yesterday after something an ex-boyfriend said stung. Drank a bottle of vodka, some whiskey, wine, beer, you name it. Feel utterly destroyed today, morally and emotionally. And it's my birthday. I failed and I hate myself for it. I feel like I'm not even a part of humanity anymore. Feels like I'm already done, already dead. And yet I wake up each morning forced to carry this empty vessel around.