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Nov. 7th, 2015 11:23 amTo anyone who commented yesterday: I'm too tired to say it properly, but thank you.
I am... not okay. But I am less wild and less pent-up. I'm just tired. Numb and drained and tired and numb is kind of starting to fade into worse but I'm going to be before it can go the rest of the way. Everything hurts and things went really down and I don't know why. Maybe it's the abrupt change of schedule and uptick of hours I can expect to be out a day. Maybe it's the fucked up sleep schedule. Maybe it's just bad brains. It really sucks, because things were vaguely clawing their way to decent again, but now this.
I'm not making a lot of sense. I'm just really tired. And I still want to do creative things but I'm past the point of feeling like I should be allowed to, because they're all going to be terrible anyway. So. That's something, at least.
I am... not okay. But I am less wild and less pent-up. I'm just tired. Numb and drained and tired and numb is kind of starting to fade into worse but I'm going to be before it can go the rest of the way. Everything hurts and things went really down and I don't know why. Maybe it's the abrupt change of schedule and uptick of hours I can expect to be out a day. Maybe it's the fucked up sleep schedule. Maybe it's just bad brains. It really sucks, because things were vaguely clawing their way to decent again, but now this.
I'm not making a lot of sense. I'm just really tired. And I still want to do creative things but I'm past the point of feeling like I should be allowed to, because they're all going to be terrible anyway. So. That's something, at least.
