I haven’t been writing. Anything. Here. Thesis. School. Work.
I have been going crazy. Or manic. Or panic. Or not quite right. I’m losing it I’m gone gone gone. Parents brought me home. I don’t think it was a good idea.
I feel like I’m stuck in cycles like words are hard like I’m fading in. And out of actual reality like I can’t. I can’t.
I don’t ever document during the crazy. I’m crazy. It’s I’d the crazy I’m going to fail everything and get fired and I’m just walking in circles looking for something that costs two dollars because I lost it and I can’t lose it I can’t lose things I need to k ow where they are I lost it. I lost it. I lost it