There’s all these things that need to be done. So many. And they’re not all huge. And I know what I need to do. I don’t know how to do all of them, but I know how to figure it out. The thing is I don’t know how to not work myself up into an overwhelmed panic. And so I cry and I fret and I totally lose my shit. Sometimes I’m this really smart girl who has her shit together and can handle it and is even able to be there for other people, too. But right now I’m just such a mess. I have to do it. I just have to. I have no choice. Fuck. I know I’ll feel great when it’s done, but getting there…feels so far away. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
little and…Yeah. Eventually...doing it but…Yeah. fuck fuck fuck.