write a list.
i am sick.
and i feel awful.
three days of isolation (because you never know if it could be the piggy flu)
i still get winded just walking up the stairs.
my lungs are dying, i'm sore all over, but i don't feel feverish anymore.
which is good.
feeling gross and being isolated (i hate living alone) has me slowly, but surely, crawling towards the borderlands of my old depression. my mother called, and i wish that i had just pressed 'ignore' because her biting words didn't help my mental state one bit. i raised my voice and told her to stop, she hung up on me, but the damage was done.
i am physically weak, and leaning towards emotionally weak, at the moment, and in no place to handle it on my own.
so i called my best friend.
i stopped crying, which is great.
but i still feel awful.
i just don't know what to do anymore.
and i feel awful.
three days of isolation (because you never know if it could be the piggy flu)
i still get winded just walking up the stairs.
my lungs are dying, i'm sore all over, but i don't feel feverish anymore.
which is good.
feeling gross and being isolated (i hate living alone) has me slowly, but surely, crawling towards the borderlands of my old depression. my mother called, and i wish that i had just pressed 'ignore' because her biting words didn't help my mental state one bit. i raised my voice and told her to stop, she hung up on me, but the damage was done.
i am physically weak, and leaning towards emotionally weak, at the moment, and in no place to handle it on my own.
so i called my best friend.
i stopped crying, which is great.
but i still feel awful.
i just don't know what to do anymore.