12,455 Days Alive
8,135 Books to Read
I need more sleep. Or more rest. I can’t quite seem to sleep well.
Category: Suicidal
Overdone Saturday
12,454 Days Alive
2,995 Steps
I’m so tired I’m likely to vomit. I’m going to bed.
Downward Spiraling
Low On Spoons
12,450 Days Alive
Eventually, I’ll wake up something other than tired.
Tiring Tuesday
12,443 Days Alive
I got a lot accomplished at work today. But jeeze am I fried. How is it only Tuesday?
Missed Entry: Missing School
Apparently I forgot to post this.
12,439 Days Alive
No Spoons
My brain fog is pretty bad today. I find it a little ironic at times. Why? College.
Drowning Saturday
12,426 Days Alive
7 Minutes and Counting with Hiccups
2 Cookies Eaten
I need space to be unhappy. To be miserable. My Darling Wife allows me this, as do the friends I hold dear.
Bad Brain Day
12,424 Days Alive
I hate days where I wake up and am disappointed to be alive.
I ate.
I’m still here.
That’s all I’ve got.
Gossamer Thread
12,388 Days Alive
Today is one of those drowning days.
I feel overwhelmed to the point of disconnection.
Headache on a Monday
12,237 Days Alive
I feel… terrible. My head has been hurting all day. I’m out of ibuprofen. The deodorant I just got isn’t working and hurts. I’m… not okay. And that’s okay. I have a follow up appointment with the psych doctor on Wednesday. I can make it till then, I think.
Wretched.
12,234 Days Alive
4th Day Feeling Awful
Still feeling like mildly microwaved death. Apparently it’s just a cold.
But between lack of sleep from coughing and bad reactions to cold meds, I literally want to curl up and stop existing.
And now I’m crying over soap.
Slow, Slightly Productive Sunday
12, 222 Days Alive
7,193 Books to Read
3 Reviews Written
I’ve gotten farther on Baby Bubble’s blanket! Of the actual tree pattern, I’m six rows of fifty five in. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but you can see it starting to take shape already. It makes me want to create a World Tree crochet pattern at some point.
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12,221 Days Alive
7,171 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Queer Eye
1 Helping of Bread Pudding from the Pub
I spent the day being productive as hell. The days started with a panic attack at five am. It happens, unfortunately.
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