I’m in bed. My daughter tucked me in [emoji1787]. Loser party of 1.
Nothing really going on this weekend. I was supposed to go hang out with my guy and his wife but I don’t think I’ve got it in me to be social. I saw them today and could barely bring myself to engage.
I think I need to continue hiding under the blankets a little longer.
I do need a trip to the grocery store. I’m running low on supplies. Plenty of meat but I need ingredients.
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Schizoaffective, PTSD, Anxiety
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