Real Life

Real Life?

I haven't cried for over a month. Is it the meds? Is it odd for me to say that I miss it?

I listen to pop music. Obvs.

I'm scared to be taking the full responsibility that my title gives me at my job. Adulting is crap sometimes.

I slept in and then stayed in bed until noon today. That hasn't happened for years.

I'm always thinking about the next clothing or housing purchase I will make. Shoppers anonymous much?

I am a perfectionist. There. I said it. And it is a painful place to be. Stay far far away from it.

And this is what my little living space looks like. minus the couch. I love it for what it is and feel it slowly is representing who Guy and I are.


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