Today is August 5th 2019.
I have a horrible headache. I woke up around 7 this morning to Fox asking for a bottle. I can normally get him to continue to lay down with me in bed if I turn on the Ipad, bad parent I know but I am tired. Yesterday was hard and I don’t know why. Some days I feel like I haven’t taken a breath at all, like I am so worried about filling the minutes with movement to fill whatever mental void I’m feeling. Maybe its because I’m not drinking or that I can’t draw but I feel like I am crawling out of skin. I need to scream or run or get this feeling of inadequacy out of me in some physical manner. But for now, I will finish my Ubereat’s delivered cheeseburger and get ready for work because life doesn’t give a shit if you can’t draw.
A 26 YEAR OLD 