It’s 12:46 am on a Sunday morning, and I’m anxious and grouchy. I should take an internet break and go the fuck to sleep, but my mind is racing. So much is wrong in the world. Everything feels fucked.
It’s not going to be okay, is it?
I took some Ativan. I hope I’ll fall asleep soon. I know things will feel (at least somewhat) better in the morning.