And taxes. I paid fucking taxes.

I hope the antidepressants continue to work the way they do it now.

By the way, working 5/2, 10-19 sucks. Being a team lead sucks too.

I'm a bit tired right now, actually, but I guess it's normal when you wake up at 6 am.

I had a little win-situation today also. While sewing, I injured my finger (I'm absolutely mad, crazy a hemophobe), but I stopped the blood by myself and didn't even have a panic attack. Almost. Weakness and tinnitus are still unpleasant things.

And I'm going to draw and try to model the mascot of my friend for his publishing house. I hope I'll be able to make a good gift. (<--- She still has never modeled or opened her bought courses, lol.)

I'm exaggerating

You could leave to study abroad, fly to Cyprus to work, and marry a millionaire, but you chose independence and drawing green man

The fck is wrong with you

Where are you rushing to, Club 27? My birthday is in two weeks, not now.

Fuck you, tonsillitis.

I believe I'll be dead this morning.

Just kidding. I'm not an Ivy Leaguer and no one ever paid for my education. What a pity.

And I'm not sure why: because of news from work or all those stupid comments about my habits because of distance work.

But I feel like it started even before.

Hello, hydroxyzine, my old friend.

She literally died again in this scene