I’m a hot mess today, but it feels good to be out in the world again.
where being able to pump my own gas feels like an accomplishment. I was honestly worried I wouldn’t get the gas cap off.
I told this to Freya just the other day.
A familiar scenario —
Lying here in pain. In the dark. Wondering how I’m going to get through the day.
I’m going to eventually break under the strain of all this. I can only fake it til I make it for so long. I’m tired. And sad. And angry.
I’ve been overly emotional recently. It sneaks up on me.
It’s 11:51 pm and I can hear ice hitting the house.
I’m that age now where you can’t remember if you already took the pills.
Smoking and soaking in the middle of the day. I’m hoping it helps.
I feel like I’m going crazy.
This one was fun. Very dark.