Been trying to get things done in my house because they’re coming to steam clean my carpet and I’ll be damned if activity doesn’t make my heart hurt.
Am I supposed to just keel over and die on the street now?
I’m fighting too hard for this life? 🤔
I know I owe you content 👀
I wanted to do more than “oh look a photo of me naked“ 👀
I’m always cold now 👀
“Tiredness” errrr extreme lethargy – literally have spent most days IN my bed under a heating pad
And the pain that was starting to go away I can feel consistently now because I’m fucking doing shit and pushing myself
All I want to focus on is my writing and my art
But all I seem to focus on is my broken fucking heart 💔