drank through my liquor budget for the next 2 months in the last 3 days.
still feel like total shit…but at least i stopped crying.
still don’t know what the fuck is going on…but at least i stopped crying. at least i can pretend I’m angry and not sad as shit. #PsychoBitchProblems #GoAheadAndJudgeMe #igaveupmyimagealongtimeago
no matter how much we paint the world lime green, there will always be judgement and stigma attached to mental health shit. do we really think we have the power to change that? i guess long-term its possible…but in our lifetimes? I’m not so sure anymore.
then again I’m not so sure of all that much anymore
trying to do what i love to feel better. instead of punching more walls. I’m not sure if my hand can take another high speed collision with a mass of bricks… but then again, maybe the swelling will act like a pillow for my fist….hmmmm. no. probably not. wishful thinking i guess?
I’ve choreographed and written more in the past week than i have in the past 6 months
who cares that every dance has cry breaks and every page has tear stains?
and 97% of the songs are sad as fuck
80% are not in english, so maybe no one will notice
not that anyone is ever going to see these dances or read those pages. but whatever.
I’m doing a GREAT fucking job of honoring Roddy’s memory. sobbing and then drunkenly sobbing clutching this necklace. classy. reeeeeeeal classy.
im a fucking mess
in advance or too late
Bubbie, Mamie, Roddy, Grandma Bettey, Nora, Norman, Aggie
i hope you haven’t given up on me just yet. ill get out of this rut and make you all proud again.
navigating the world without all of you isn’t easy, but ill figure it out. i promise.
i miss all of you. no matter how selfish that makes me.
Grandpa Arnold, i wish i could have met you. Dad doesn’t talk about you much, and when he does I can see how sad it makes him, so I try not to push it.
i guess thats all.
I’m trying to keep it together enough to fake it through the day. work and school work and school. just have to make it through the day. one day at a time.
cuando no es contigo