12,527 Days Alive
I don’t actually have anything to say today. I was fighting to get through my workday. Nothing seemed to be going right. I’m just… blarg.
Take your meds, folks.
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Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.
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