All my stories.
All the videos I knew I wanted to keep; including all the Star Trek I had only the previous evening begun transferring to my hard drive, all my photos, and all my stories, and all the files I had saved from my older laptop; which I am on now, with a cobbled together set up.
At this moment I really don't know whether it's worth carrying on.
I was finally feeling as if, despite everything, I was getting somewhere wiht organising my chaotic online life, and now everything I felt was important, and wortyh saving; so far, may now be lost.
It feels like there's no point.
I think I may just quit.
The thought of having to go back to the beginning and doing all that again is just too exhausting.
I can hardly be bothered with doing more than is absolutely necessary to keep myself goimg so I can take care of the cats.
I hate my life; I hate myself, and I look around me and all I can see is miserably hateful; disgusting and evil peopl triumphing everywhere.
I think I may just fucking quit.