it SHOULD!!

it’s the wooorst like hey i was working on something!!

can i please have TEN MINUTES without brain stuff

like okayyy everything is falling apart!!

just going ahhh i’ll get it later every time i drop something in the sink

that being said, the dog has been sleeping with me while my parents are away and that is a potential train wreck i MUST avoid

my arms are covered in scars because i am too willing to risk her sleepy wrath. she is my perfect girl.

my poor little angel baby is the one who has fits in her sleep, so she starts thrashing around with claws and teeth and, more recently, piss, but she is the sweetest girl in the whole world and she loves me the most

if you don’t go to bed then tomorrow might not show up at all! unlikely, but there’s a first time for everything!

i am just saying words because i don’t want to go to bed because if i go to bed then tomorrow will come faster

not to feed the whole “antidepressants ruin your creative output!!” thing but i was writing SO much when i was unmedicated. is it the meds or is it getting older and losing hope for a future as a writer? who’s to say!

i wish i didn’t hate therapy