Life
Life so far has been extremely unbearable. I have failed to succeed at almost all of the plans I had created for myself. I feel very despondent and am unsure how much longer I will be able to survive.

Diabetes
Later this morning I have an appointment with my podiatrist. Since I found out about my diabetes, I've had to see countless doctors in every conceivable specialty. I feel exhausted by it, and I wish I did not have to go through all of this. Of course, this is a puerile wish; I have only myself and heredity to blame for this illness.

DBT (Dialectical Behavior Therapy)
Last night I attended the second meeting of my DBT group, where the idea is that I learn skills to improve my life. Unfortunately this was mostly my therapist's suggestion. I learned DBT before, and the problem I had was that I did not apply the techniques correctly to my own life, primarily because I believe I have an irreconcilable difference with the principles of DBT. DBT is a set of skills, or tools. Like any skills, they are only effective if I *use* the skills. An unused tool lying by itself does nothing until you pick it up and use it. Using these DBT skills, like using any skill, requires work, and work requires energy. I lack the energy to do *any* work, not to mention a lack of motivation.

The Ladies (potentially offensive content)
I was stimulated by a few things during that meeting, though. Three ladies in that group are very attractive, and two of them are to *die* for. The first woman, let's call her R.R., is the group leader. She appears to be in her twenties, she's a short woman, slim, has a great body, and is very pretty. The first time I had a one-on-one with her I had a serious erection and had a hard time concentrating on answering her questions. :) But when the group actually started I was completely floored by two other ladies. One of the ladies, let's call her L.S., is R.R.'s intern. She's very energetic and enthusiastic, and she also has perfect breasts. At one point I made a comment as part of a discussion in the group, and L.S. spoke after me, referring to something I said. I felt like she had just kissed me on the cheek! The other woman, let's call her T.C., is on our side -- she's one of the group members. She appears to be in her late twenties. She has blonde hair, is short, and also has perfect breasts, though slightly smaller. She is just the cutest little thing. It's so sad to see someone like her suffering so much.

What I just wrote may be considered offensive. Be that as it may, it is the unadulterated truth about how I felt and what I experienced. Above all, I value truth above almost anything else.