Walking into work today that feeling just really hit.
“Fuck I gotta do this shit again. I do not feel like being today. What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck am I here?”
Out thru mouth: 13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20
But today’s set sparked tears?
My LostBoi what are you going through?
Currently feeling: heartbroken, lost, lonely, broke, purposeless.
I know what to do in this situation. I think I set some kind of foundation for times like this.
I am the star of my life. I am the coolest person I know. I am free and I serve my purpose my way.
*deep breath* just breathe, kiddo.
I love you and you are going to be okay again soon.
The new year is coming and I think it would be wise to set some goals.
I’m thinking that we’re outgrowing what we built from 30-35. Growth is never comfortable and healing isn’t something that ends.
I’ve been drugged up this month and it’s silently ugly. But this is my process. “I’ll be damned if I die sober”
Feeling loved is something worth suffering for, to me.
It’s that thing that makes us human and that is what I am.
Just another good kid in a maad city. #PrayForRay 😂
But if I’m giving myself credit.. I have lost 2 beautiful people and have had my beautiful heart broken twice so let a nigga crash out! Shit!
This weeks cocktail has been: Adderall and coffee in the am, weed when I get home and no physical movement until the next morning when I have to get up for work. Food intake has been nearly non-existent.
I’m going to free my mind some this weekend in an Airbnb somewhere a couple hours away and I hope that it can help me going into next week…
I’m starting to feel less proud of my resilience trait and am starting to resent the reasons that I am so.
But it’s 10:56 and my first haircut is due.
Dan, I love you my dear boy and you’re going to be alright again. We’ve been here before in different ways. We know what to do. We’ll do it when we’re ready <3