Weird.

New Years Eve. I wake up at 5pm. Exhausted. I hastily tidy my room; have a shower. At 6pm, there's a knock at the door. They've arrived. Family friends I've known since before I could form permanent memories. I haven't seen them in months. For the first time in weeks, I smile. Like, properly grin. I can visibly see the relief on my parents' eyes as I chat with my oldest friends. For the first time in weeks, the first thought it my mind isn't death.

I think I might be getting better. Slowly. Maybe. But at least now I have hope.