thats what i calll regularity

 Fell thru on my big idea of bloggin about my mental state every day and what not. Guess this meant i was pretty ok during that textually lackluster period. and i was! coffee? no green tea and chamomile. that really did a good to my brain. granted, it also probably raised my blood pressure. But i felt good and capable, plus, unlike phenibut, that mix doesnt cause real dependance, as far as I can tell.

Anyway, happy International Women's Day to no one reading this. today i wasnt helpful at all, despite the mix. it really didnt work for two days now. idk idk. Maybe its bc of how I sleep? But also I do like to wake up at 6am and do... ?? something? i guess? Mainly browsing aimlessly and playin games i dont really enjoy that much. But it feels like i am productive plainly due to the hours i am awake at.Do they pay for having an early bird sleeping schedule?

itss 9:11pm and I will try to go to bed AND fall asleep before 11. Try.

ALSO.

i dont remember if Ive written on this already, but I am free from medications. (excluding phenibut and prozac, but they are a-ok right now). And also all the shit ive been on fucked with my brain in a way that gives me withdrawal-like anxiety for two days after I have a drink (a glass of champagne, you have betrayedth me). So this is less than IDEAL. I was really hoping for a nice drinking session every once in a while, while shitposting at my friends and sedning them love and affection.
I might still do that, with the full knowledge that this will have dire-ish consequences.

but replace it with FUCK instead of thank


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