Spinning. Drinking. Lack of sleep. My stomach and my heart hurt. My need for sleep is dwindling as well as my need for approval. My love of poetry and silliness are growing. I am having headaches whenever I sleep,10 minutes or 6 hours. I've been drinking so much that I'm constantly queasy and my life tastes like vomit. I know I'm being so trashy and awful with money. Im gross and sick in all the ways.
Woof. Good morning. Good night. December is just always a rough monthz