Thank you for the kind words, my followers.
If I could bake you all into a pie, I would;
I’d eat you up, I love you so.
This past week has been beyond stressful, and pure garbage all around. Now that all of the bullshit has had time to sink in, I’m yo-yoing between fits of uncontrollable sadness, hurt, anger, and disgust, to moments where I just feel numb. Nothing at all. I’m fighting with myself over what to do next, because it’s become impossible to talk about it. I just want to cut this huge part of my life out, but then in the next minute I know it would just hurt far too much, and I stumble and retreat back into this place. Add being sick, losing my voice, and being unable to sleep for days, and it’s been a shit week.
I was really looking forward to this upcoming trip, but not so much now; All of these horrible feelings aren’t going to just disappear, and I know they shouldn’t affect my good time, but I guess I’m just one of those people. I just hate feeling this low; I can deal with feeling like shit about myself, I always do, but I can’t handle feeling this down about others.