12,465 Days Alive
I feel as if I’m unnecessary.
Like, if more in the abstract I am not truly needed. I feel not just replaceable but fully useless. Maybe it’s just a bad brain night.
At least it’s raining.
I love the sound of it, the rumbles of thunder and brief flickers of lightning.
I’m going to bed. I’m sad and exhausted.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 