fighting sadness, some kind of dada
I didn't write for a while.
I got worse.
I did some overtime hours at work, and got really exhausted.
My bathroom flooded.
A friend came over and I felt relaxed first time in a week.
I began to forget this dissociative dysmorphia.
My legs cramp massively from my hips down to my toes.
Another friend moved, and her things fit neatly into my cellar booth.
I was in a demonstration against building a market place parking lot in Turku and made it to the newspapers.
I went to visit my parents, but it was a disappointment. I would like to apologise.
I got worse.
I did some overtime hours at work, and got really exhausted.
My bathroom flooded.
A friend came over and I felt relaxed first time in a week.
I began to forget this dissociative dysmorphia.
My legs cramp massively from my hips down to my toes.
Another friend moved, and her things fit neatly into my cellar booth.
I was in a demonstration against building a market place parking lot in Turku and made it to the newspapers.
I went to visit my parents, but it was a disappointment. I would like to apologise.