It finally happened, I knew it would one way or the other, it just didn’t go the way I wanted.
I am back on my lovely
sarcasm downslide again. I am really struggling to think of anything good.
I am so behind with things, because I don’t have the motivation anymore. I am so tired of fighting my own brain.
I hate waking up and never knowing what is going on. I hate having no money to do anything. I hate being an adult, I am really not ready for it.