Damn, guys, I keep meaning to make a naughty paid post, but ..
Damn, guys, I keep meaning to make a naughty paid post, but I never get around to it. I wanted to do it yesterday, but I ended up talking to my mom in the evening and just cried until 1 a.m. about how I’m a pathetic failure, how all my best efforts end in disaster over and over, how I have no strength left and just want to die. And honestly, it’s all true — I really don’t have any energy. I really don’t like sunny days; they make me feel weak and anxious. But at least today I managed to go for a lovely walk.