13,053 Days Alive
4 Slices of Frozen Pizza
I’m exhausted. Today was a super stressful day at work and while I managed to get done most of what I needed to do, I still feel like I fell short.
I’m still angry. I still think it’s utterly unfair, this whole BPD situation. I’m going to look for a second opinion.
I’m too tired to write more. I did a lot of line work on a witchy art project I’m working on.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 