Ugh
Today was really long and really frustrating. I was very anxious, my anti-anxiety medicine didn’t do a bunch. Not being able to leave my house gets to me some days more than others. Sometimes I wish I could just sleep for a thousand years, until the Tea Party is destroyed by time. I miss when politics was something fun to follow and argue, before a political group literally ruined the life that I fought so hard to build, that I nearly died building. Technically, I did die, but just for a little bit. I’m just babbling, most readers probably don’t know what I’m talking about, but I started writing late, and I’m just frustratedly bitching.
Coherence tomorrow? Does it matter?
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