14,008 Days Alive
I don’t know if it’s PMS or something, but I’ve been trying not to burst into tears all damn day.
I’m exhausted from smiling my way through the work day. I could barely crochet. I did, but it wasn’t… relaxing. It was an uphill battle to even eat.
Tomorrow will be better.
Maybe I’m stressed out because of the whole trying to go back to school thing? I don’t even know if I can afford it. But I want to go back. I want to finish my degree and get a bachelors degree so badly.
I’m out of spoons. I’m gonna go cry and go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 