It’s been a while, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Well, no, I am stressed out of my mind. Not quite in the danger red zone yet, but I’ve been scarily close. Thankfully friends have been there.
Depression wise I’m feeling nothing except stress. So I have no idea.
I don’t know what to write again, I just need to put things down.
Baby puffins are called pufflings, which I find very cute.
The average person’s IQ is between 85 and 114.
I have two nearly identical keys that confuse the life out of me.
I am not made to be a caring person.
I have many many faults that make me a bad person.
I have to get my mutes from home.
I have no money for the next two weeks.
I am very very very stressed.
Sorry for the list. I’ve just sat here and put down whatever came into my mind. It seems to have unloaded a little, which can only be good. I really want a hug.