I have days where it feels like I’m underwater and just staring up at the sunlight through the water, holding my breath and just hoping that burn can wait just a moment more before I have to gasp for breath.
I’m mentally fried. Overwhelmed, overstressed, and glad I have tomorrow off.
I feel like I’m dying in slow motion. And I hate it.
It’ll be better tomorrow, I’m sure. But fuck do I want a bottle of vodka right now.