I've been in bed all day again. Not even hung over, just...feeling low. I ate junk food and haven't gone for a run like I planned. I know it's all good because I'm not drinking but...what a low bar for existence. I feel like such a loser and uncomfortable in my own skin. Plus I'm wallowing in self-pity, apparently. Really wish I could be an entirely different person. I don't want these problems, I don't want this struggle. I don't want to be a waste of a person.