Beachy, hi. Is this week just shit all around? Yesterday after work I forced myself to go out and repeat my last run because the sun was out and I felt guilty about wasting it. Neek told me about something mom said to her that got me rattled and I just want to tuck Neek in my pocket always and keep her safe, but surely I can’t when I can barely protect myself. I accidentally cried when my cousin showed me a picture of Her (capital H) playing Nerf with the boys and her eyes looked disappointed in me and I lost it. I misread her eyes but I haven’t been able to shake the tummy ache yet. I don’t think I told you but I start working midnights in a couple of weeks. I feel low neutral about it and I have a bunch of job tabs open on my laptop but it’s so overwhelming so immediately. I hate starting over but I feel like it’s all I do, lately. My confidence is shaken. My heart is so fucking soft. I don’t want to play republican roulette and I don’t want to live at home and I want to wake up and go to a job that gets me jazzed to be a person. I’m leaning on the runs and I’m leaning on you. Thank you. I’m still alive. We are still alive. Buy the shirt, it’s a good shirt, you deserve the shirt.












