This Is A Pity-Party Whine Fest

I'm in a terrible place. First of all, my mouth is fucking killing me, I have an ulcer or something back where my wisdom tooth is and my whole face and head hurts. This has been going on since Sunday and it's horrible. Seriously, I don't think I'd be as down as I am if that felt better. I'm very depressed. I haven't been this low in a while, since everything happened. I pretty much hate everything right now, including and somewhat especially myself. I feel like I'm putting weight back on, which was the only good thing about all the shit that happened in September was that I lost weight and really liked the way I looked for once. I hate my job. I hate school. I don't want to do anything except get in bed and never get up. If my mouth doesn't feel better soon, it's going to throw a monkeywrench into the weekend, should I have anything to do. Alcohol won't be good, and neither is smoking. I feel like I am letting everything in my life fall by the wayside and suffer. My job is suffering and so is school (which I just can't put my heart in anymore). I feel like shit physically, and emotionally, I'm feeling the same. I don't even feel like staying up to watch Project Runway, but I know that as badly as I want to go to bed, it won't change anything when I wake up and shit is still the same way it was.