I don't know what happened.
I went...somewhere...to do...something...and now it's back to reality. I just remembered I had a good night (no, I didn't get high or drunk, I just went on some trip with day-hab).
I'm sad it's now back to reality, but i'm not depressed. This morning, I was determining whether to go to day-hab or not cause this morning WAS depression, but i'm glad I did. Tonight won't exactly be "memorable" or perhaps it will be from good praise. I can tell you one thing, it was an escape.
We all need an escape.