I’ve been so unbelievably busy it’s not even funny. I’m losing weight without even trying (yay!) because I’m literally too busy to eat. Popping Klonopin like its candy tho, which I know is bad. Just trying to stop feeling like I’m going to explode.
Running has been suffering lately too. The stress is making me feel physically exhausted to the point where if I do manage to drag myself out of bed my legs feel like they’re made of lead.
It’s all work shit too. I hate work. I don’t get paid enough for this shit. I want to quit but I haven’t had time to find a new job. Ugh.
Anyway, I am out of writing time. Ttfn.