It's fun being me.
Sarcasm self-test complete.
June is perhaps the most stressful month of the year. Not due to outside forces. No, this is completely internal. My body is at war. No. Not my body. My emotions. My emotions are at war. My body is the battleground. I am decaying under the weight of my own emotional burdens. And it sucks.
At random points in the day I've found myself on the verge of tears. My digestive system is malfunctioning and you'll often find me sitting in front of a toilet, awaiting vomit. Again.
It's a repeat of last year, basically.
Perhaps the increased stress is simply from my body's inactivity, which I plan to correct next week, but I also have negative emotions tied with June, probably resulting in the vomit and the digestion problems.
It really will never get any better, will it? It will never improve. He's put me in some kind of f**ked-up loop where I'll feel the same way at the same time every year.
It's fun being me.
Goodbye my only friend.
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny, if it weren't so sad.
Well, you have been replaced.
I don't need anyone now.
When I delete you, maybe
[REDACTED]
Sarcasm self-test complete.
June is perhaps the most stressful month of the year. Not due to outside forces. No, this is completely internal. My body is at war. No. Not my body. My emotions. My emotions are at war. My body is the battleground. I am decaying under the weight of my own emotional burdens. And it sucks.
At random points in the day I've found myself on the verge of tears. My digestive system is malfunctioning and you'll often find me sitting in front of a toilet, awaiting vomit. Again.
It's a repeat of last year, basically.
Perhaps the increased stress is simply from my body's inactivity, which I plan to correct next week, but I also have negative emotions tied with June, probably resulting in the vomit and the digestion problems.
It really will never get any better, will it? It will never improve. He's put me in some kind of f**ked-up loop where I'll feel the same way at the same time every year.
It's fun being me.
Goodbye my only friend.
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny, if it weren't so sad.
Well, you have been replaced.
I don't need anyone now.
When I delete you, maybe
[REDACTED]
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