I’ve chosen sadness over guilt. I hope it’s the right choice.
Ugh. This morning I was pretty good. I felt somber and lethargic, but actually somewhat just….content. My mind was peaceful. But I overheard some very tragic (read: stupid and I shouldn’t care care about it) news and it hit me like a fucking train. My hands shook, tears pricked my eyes, and then poof. Nothing. Completely numb save for an aching in my chest. It’s like I...
Not a good day, but could have been much, much worse. High apathy, moderate suspicion, moderate guilt (mostly from suspicion). Normal energy and ability to laugh and joke around, but also very, very irritable/ defensive. Some difficulties concentrating, but daydreaming wasn’t unwelcome today. Average body confidence. Could be due to small amount of food and bulky clothes,
Starting a totally emu daily journal to keep track...
prepared to lose at least a third of my followers.
Oh my god.
heysammy: english-rose1408: Go to ‘http://tumblr.com/block’. Type ‘facebook.com’ in the bar. Click ‘Block’. See the username in a green outline above. Dead. haha