Everything right now is a combination of the worse things that’s ever happened to me.
I have an insane amount of work with a seemingly long deadline, but is actually rather imminent.
My wound on my leg that I’ve had since Feburary had a swab result confirming mrsa is present again. I have multiple doctors appointments planned with the possibility of needing to see a microbiologist and a dermatologist.
My girlfriend has left me and it happened all over the Internet. She wouldn’t tell me the reasons properly and I have a lack of motivation and company.
I write this from my bed on my iPod as I can’t be bothered to go to my lectures.
The only chance of me publishing this will be if I drink too much wine later… Unfortunately, drinking on my own.
And there it is, I’ve had the vast vast majority of a bottle this evening… feel worse than ever. I’ll probably take this down tomorrow when I’m thinking clearly.
“It feels like someone has taken my heart cut it up, then pulled everything out from inside me and just left a shell” - someone wrote this once