Sailing Shanty

Everyone’s too complicated.

One time I stopped wanting to know what other people were thinking… I slept great

Pity Party:

I went to a chiropractor for a free evaluation yesterday. It was some kinda deal thingy I got through work. It left me a little sore in the neck when I got home, but no worries. I tried to crash fairly early (Had to wake up around 5) and my back was hurting when I laid down. Also, my roomies were decently loud, so I ran my fan to block them out. I had a feeling I was getting sick, but now I’m pretty certain I am. Congestion, sore throat, the preliminaries. I ended up having freak-out dreams about not getting enough sleep and being in pain. Now I’m awake, exhausted, sick, my back and neck hurt, my face hurts and my eyes are puffy, I’m stuffy, I have a sore throat, and I’m probably gonna work 10-11 hours before I go back to that chiropractor for a second appointment. Fuck. My. Life.

Thanks modern medicine. Managed to take a mild problem and make it a problem problem.

Sooooo tired of trying to love myself all the time. Seriously. I’d much rather care about somebody else for a bit. It would give me better reasons to love myself, you know?

I think by 23, I’m supposed to learn legitimate coping mechanisms…

I mean, I guess I have. But “Wait it out” doesn’t make me feel better, it just gets me to forget for a bit until something changes

Hmmmm… I’m not in the mood to post any more fun stuff tonight. Grumpa Mode engaged. Maybe tomorrow. Peace Kent

Pop goes the fantasy bubble. *Sigh*

Back to trying to make the real world fulfill its promises

Okay, maybe not wasting my time… but I am delusional

I’m probably wasting my time. :/

Typical me.

I remember a day when every day wasn’t a struggle, in one way or another.

Is it really all that hard? No, I guess not. But it is complicated

So today was kinda poop. Not a great day at work, and it’s hard to escape my brain anywhere. Tried cooking a lot of french toast to make me feel better. I don’t feel better. But I cooked a lot of french toast.

I have to think my week’ll get better, though I’m not especially looking forward to tomorrow. But I’m making mad life progress lately, I can’t really expect to get it all done instantly