Can I hate myself a little bit more?
Beginning to think that I’m the worst person alive again.
And thus begins the cycle.
Session tomorrow morning. Piano teacher wants to move my lesson to tomorrow. My cat has gunk coming out from his eye. I’m like every college student – broke. Behind on school work. Feeling disorganized. Exhausted. Feeling disgusted with my body. My health has been all over the place. Late. I’m late. I’m late for everything.
I need spring break. I need it now.
Someone has wrapped a lasso around me constricting all of my movements.