Apocalypse Dreams

Today is a good day. It’s warm and sunny, and I managed to do some chores, as well as sweep the sidewalk of blown-in debris and empty the old soil-filled pots outside my door. I was hoping to use those to plant something this year but didn’t ever get around to it. 😤 Shame.

Sometimes I think I’ll never have the drive to live a good life, or the passion, and all I can think about is how peaceful death would be considering. But I’m not suicidal.

If someone I don’t like very much talks to my boyfriend at all I get soooo mad, lol.

I am easily the worst person I know, lol.

*posts anything* *rereads post 80 times* *inevitably deletes said post due to increasing anxiety caused by ... self-hatred, presumably?* *feels 110% better* ... And that's basically where I'm at in life. Social media is so gross. And talking to people over white screens with empty walls of text is also gross.  If you were here you could watch me have a mental breakdown in person. :>)

Dennis is lying next to my head purring and nothing could make me happier.