This is going to take some getting used to.

The closer we get to my show, the more anxiety fills me.

Starting to finally feel as if my life is getting more organized… as long as I don’t think too hard about it.

I wish the aliens would just abduct me already. I need a vacation.

Sometimes, good advice can be a bitter pill to swallow.

Can we just forget that this day ever happened?

I hate that I have passed down things to her that negatively effect her life.

Today is a day of resetting… at least, in theory.

This is (hopefully) the last day of discord… a respite, at the very least.

I cannot focus to save my own life.

I feel overwhelmed, restless, stressed, pressured, and ready to jump out of my skin.

Just couldn’t bring myself to “people” today.

Why does depression have to be “chronic”? Why can’t it just be one and done?

I feel like I can’t breathe.

I can’t lose him. Not now.

I never know what to say when I’m asked, “What’s wrong?” because I don’t know the answer.

I’m not doing so well.

I got my aggression out today with some good ol’ fashioned ink therapy.

I want off of this rollercoaster.

My Sleep Token obsession continues… but seriously, how could it not?