Interacting with people sometimes makes certain ways I act abundantly clear.
I am not capable of change in the ways that others are.
St. Vincent // Huey Newton
Annie shredding so hard.
Puked this morning after monstrous migraine-adjacent headaches. Finally the insides are matching the outsides.
"She said / Who am I / Inside, Outside" -Sonic Youth, "Panty Lies".
I was going to write my typical emotional post and leave it here. Now this post will serve as a reminder to search out therapy and maybe new medications (as though it/they would actually help me - but I am (and always have characterized myself as) a wishful thinker).
There will never be a cure.
What am I doing and what do I ever do?