I had a half day off of work today. It feels good. Work wasn’t stressing me out, but it just feels good to just be home. It’s nice outside.
I haven’t been well lately if you haven’t noticed by my blogs. Suicidal. Mental. Just a wreck.
I had a big breakdown the other day. I think it was sort of a release but it still sucked. My boyfriend was here. Almost went very badly but turned out well.
I re-joined Facebook. I struggle with social media. I realized people are very self-centered. Selfies everywhere they go. Pictures of their dinner every day, etc. I’m not like that but maybe I need to be more like that. Maybe if I just realize and accept that is how people are these days, and I join in and fuck what people think, I will be better off? I’m not sure.
I don’t feel much like a writer right now. Kind of dull and boring. If I had the money I would spend the rest of my day getting tattoos and piercings.