I have two cysts practically at my tailbone, my left arm is itchy beyond high hell and I tried wound care but fuuuuking hell am I itchy and I didn't like the way the strips looked (naturally ripped all those off) and the drug store didn't have any of those tubes so the wrap wouldn't stay. There's a light that keeps blinking for no fking reason, it's a motion sensor and my mom put it there for mice but there's no fking mouse (nevermind, solved that, broke it). There's so much noise and all of it is driving me insane. OKAY CAN THEY NOT SLAM DOORS?!?!?

I slept 5am-8am today, people are talking and I don't even know who, and I swear I'm going to take a scalpel to my butt and flush it with alcohol. The flashbacks will NOT. STOP.

What do you do when literally everything is hell? I could probably have buffalo chicken mac n cheese in front of my face right now (my favorite food of all time) and freak out because it smells weird or eating disorder or "it's the wrong spoon," or some shyt.