14,100 Days Alive
2 Slices of Pizza for Dinner
Today was a nice, easy day. For which I’m grateful as I feel wretched physically.
Want to know a weird fact about me? I can’t scream. I don’t know why. I can be loud, but like screaming in frustration? Can’t do it. I keep trying. Mellon keeps trying to help me with it but there’s some weird block.
I dunno why. I’ve always tried to keep my temper. In recent memory, I’ve never shouted at someone. Maybe 2011 or so? When I was roommates with Connie? Beyond that, I cannot remember a time that I have raised my voice in anger.
Maybe that’s because I have a problem with expressing anger. I’d work it out in therapy but can’t fucking afford a therapist right now.
It’s whatever. I’m not actively suicidal and don’t need a hospital holiday at the moment.
I’m going to crochet or read or something before bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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