its like I got diagnosed and my development stopped. I never became a full fledged adult. This is a real problem.
In the fluster of my trip, prepping for it, recovering from it, and all the chaos that happened around it, I fucked up. I fucked up badly. I knew I wasn’t on top of things but I thought I was more on top of things than it turns out I am.
oops. shit. ugh. I dug myself a hole and jumped in which is particularly horrifying/impressive with my ever malfunctioning body.
meh. ok universe. I’m giving this to you, taking an extra Xanax, and going to bed. When I wake up I better have some sorta epiphany on how I’m gonna get myself out.