Been preoccupied by a thought lately: I certainly don't want to kill myself (could never put my parents through that), and I don't even want to die. But if I could just like...stop existing somehow, that would be lovely. =/
I was able to get some cleaning done today, at least. A neighbor is coming over while we're on vacation to check on the cats so the house needs to be presentable. Not much but I guess it's something.
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"The rain keeps crawling down the glass. The good times never seem to last. Close your eyes and let the thought pass."
'Prodigal' by Porcupine Tree
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