Eyes made of glue

Well, feeling a little bit like I’m a person instead of a zombie.

my eyes feel sticky, like they are made of glue.

and i just wanna curl up somewhere in a ball and cease all normal thought.

but ya know, i’ll get over it.

it’s just this feeling that goes to the inside of my bones, it’s hard to shake and it’s hard to feel ok when it’s as overwhelming as it is right now.

my lunch is 4 mini bagels. cinnamon raisin.

i don’t want to eat but my head wants to pop it’s so starving. i have to wait an hour and a half though, so i’ll get over that feeling too.

I got nothing.

I thought if I tried to write something it would shake the remaining layer of doom coating my skin right now.

it’s not.

i guess i’ll go order office supplies. at least it’s some work.

and i’ll edit.

editing makes me forget i’m a loser too.