the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread
why did God give me these battles (getting dressed and leaving the house)
I love asking 7 different people for advice then do what i want
how am i stressing and not giving a shit at the same time
Treat spiders the way you want to be treated
Killed without hesitation
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
the psychological torture of waking up
I’m such a girl who lays in bed and doesn’t want to get up
The clothes are not clean or dirty but a secret third thing (on the chair)
I need to relax and also I need to get crazier
there’s so many things I want to do! unfortunately there’s also little determination from my part and images to look at instead
i love to quit things and leave situations and end circumstances. like actually i can just go
need to be ripped apart and left like that for a few days i think
i am blogging there is no sign of land
It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun