12,729 Days Alive
My day did not at all go to plan and it made me frustrated to the point of tears.
I feel like I’m failing at work. I feel like I’m failing at friendships. And I’m absolutely failing at maintaining weight loss because I keep yo-yoing.
I can even find happiness in crocheting. I don’t like any of the projects I’m currently working on that much except the velvet cloak.
I slept terribly last night, which likely didn’t help. I was up till one, up at three, four, five, and six. I’m exhausted and frazzled and so tired of being stressed out.
I hate this stupid COVID-19 mess and how it has completely killed my ability to go out and see people. I feel stifled and isolated and absolutely miserable.
I’m going to go read for a bit and crawl into bed early.
Take your meds, folks.