I’m so fucking exhausted it’s not even funny. I have one friend that is desperately suicidal and fighting for her absolute life every minute of every day. I have one friend who has been so manic and unreliable that it genuinely feels like I no longer have anyone to turn to. Two days in a row now, my office has been swamped and the only other co-worker I have has called off sick. I think I’m also getting sick. Oh and also my dnd game is probably not a thing anymore because my brother is an ass hole.
I’m having a great time. This is super fun.
Oh also, I don’t have a dress for Lindsay’s wedding, I haven’t booked my flights or hotel yet, I’m out of anti-depressants and they refilled the wrong one so now I just have to wait and hope I don’t spiral (fun fact: I always spiral), I feel like I’m just here. I don’t feel like anyone really cares or particularly likes me. I know I’m loved. But I don’t think I’m liked. Nobody asks me about my day and gives a shit about the answer… except my mom…
It’s been a really hard month going from 8 months of unemployment to a 40 hour work week in the blink of an eye. I owe so many people so much money that it’ll probably be a year or more before I’m caught up. I’m exhausted. I’m done.


















