there are some days where i can’t get home fast enough to put on my PJs, crank up the AC, pop open a beer and watch (consistently crappy) baseball. today was one of those.



I feel this way sometimes. I generally enjoy my life, but I also feel like I wouldn’t mind if I was in a fatal accident or got ill enough to die. Then people wouldn’t judge me. Usually I hope (and think logically anyway with the chronic health issues I have) that I won’t live to be super old. I’d be okay with dying “young”.

I do try to live life to the fullest (that I can handle, based on my introvertedness and physical energy), and I love many many things about life, but I also would be okay if everything ended tomorrow. Life is so exhausting and stressful and overwhelming, when you stop to think about it. It would be nice to hibernate & take a mental nap. A sleep where you wake up happy and excited and you feel well-rested. When you don’t have this perpetual anxiety that you can’t fool yourself into thinking is not actually there, churning and churning in your gut.

I think my anxiety over having anxiety is giving me a headache, nausea and dizziness. I can’t even pinpoint what’s making me have that impending doom feeling in my gut, but I feel like throwing up.


“The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”

-Albert Einstein

surreal is the only word I can come up with to describe how it feels when someone you knew from childhood, someone your age, passes away. it’s a different kind of sadness to process. one minute they’re here, living their life, the next they’re gone. no matter how many times it has happened, it still fills me with shock. because any one of us could be next. and it will never be something anyone can get used to, not at this age. we’ve only lived a third of our lives.

too many of the good die young.

If I bother trying online dating again in the future, this is the perfect profile description:

Congratulations, you’ve stumbled upon my profile! Which means you have excellent taste and you’re going to meet your future wife. BUT IT WON’T BE ME. Why? Because I am the one before the one. We’ll exchange some texts and go on a few great dates, and then BAM you’ll meet your future Mrs. I don’t know how or why, however I’ve been bestowed this gift of being an involuntary matchmaker, without ever meeting the other person that I set you up with. Cheers!

And my tagline will be:

Your future girlfriend should thank me.


There’s so many little stressful and unfortunate things happening and they’ve begun to pile up together and I’ve emotionally shut down. My coping mechanism of becoming numb is to the brink. I’m in hibernation mode when it comes to feelings. I smile and say the right things outwardly and get my work done, and function as a person generally should, but on the inside, I’m just like “what-the-fuck-ever I don’t fucking care, someone give me a damn lobotomy”. I’m really stressed and it’s wreaking havoc on me, mentally and physically. And then when I stop to acknowledge how stressed and anxious I am, I start to get into panic mode and I start to feel like I may not be able to breathe.

2017 (and most of 2016) has just been such a thick sludge of shit. Honestly the only truly fun amazing and soul-energizing moment from this year has been my escape to New York.

Overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed in so many ways about so many things.

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