I finally noticed how depressed I am. I took garbage out of the kitchen for the first time in weeks. There's still more, and I don't know how long the pile of dishes has been sitting in the sink now. Everything I've eaten in the last two weeks has been something I could consume directly from the package and all of it came off convenience store shelves. I'm managing to lose weight because my body doesn't know how to cope with this junk and I end up being sick soon after eating.

Creepy guy is stressing me out by always showing up during my shifts, even when it's supposed to be his day off. His newest tactic is acting pitiful and begging me for hugs. Today I relented and allowed him to hug me while I stood there stiffly, he squeezed me until it hurt and I yelped. My arm is bruised from where he grabbed too hard. I feel like it's probably my own fault for being stupid and allowing him to touch me. There were people around but nobody seemed to notice. Most people think his infatuation with me is "cute" anyway.

I want to stay in bed and call out sick tomorrow. I can't stand it.