Life is a Steel Boned Corset in A Ways Away

The hugging, squeezing, tightening, rib shifting ridiculousness is all that’s playing around in my head. I figure that I need therapy, but I’m going to need another source of income in order for me to sit in a room for thirty minutes and basically release and overloaded, overthinking skull full of things. Things that I don’t remember right now, but will likely sprout like brand new, once there’s an open outlet. I just keep my mouth shut, otherwise. Sure, I’ll write here, but most of us on here are sharing things all the same.

Today was a decent day, but that just lets me know that once the decent days fly away, something is going to sit on my shoulder and wait until it’s ready with the right moment to crash on down. What do they call that?? Seasonal Depression? Ironically, I was born in the Summer, but I love Fall & Winter, though I’m depressed for the majority of it. Should just be honest and say that it’s the same, all year round– through Spring and Summer, though it’s strangely a little easier to deal with/ignore.

As the nights grow a little more chilly and I can cuddle up in bed, watch the same damn YouTube gamers and think about buy coffee with flavored creamer, hot apple cider and hot cocoa with marshmallows, I also think about the new bed that I need and the fact that I really hope to find a damn remote position that isn’t a fucking falsehood. To make more money to be able to uplift myself and those I stay with.

See this fucking mind? Now I’ve pissed myself off with the reciting of these thoughts as they pop up in my head.

Damn. Good night.