There are so many things that I could/should be doing today, but instead I am going to stay in bed and not talk to anyone because I cannot remember what a proper day off feels like and I think it’s about time I did something about that.
I’m so swollen it is ridiculous. Feeling sorry for myself sucks, I would love to feel like a human again soon please.
It’s like, when you know someone is lying but you just smile and agree with them so that you don’t have to talk about it. And you must seem like an idiot and you sure feel like an idiot, but sometimes its just easier that way.
Ten more minutes until I can next take my painkillers, these four hour gaps are hell and I would like for my skull to just be okay again.
Allllll of the foreign concepts. I take back everything I ever said, not knowing things rules and I wish for no one to ever tell me anything ever again.
