bryiarrose | "...and then when it all seemed clear..."

i had upwards of seventy-five bruises on my person when i counted tuesday night.

i believe i've had at least four spider bites in the past week. (i say believe because i don't know what else they could be)

when i live alone, i pay far more attention to dental hygiene.

i seem to have a compulsive need to tidy in this apartment (bedroom immune. for now.) and don't feel like i can work on other things productively if the kitchen island is too cluttered.

i've got $20 to my name until next friday, or until i manage to sell more stuff, whichever comes first.

paying for the necessary things this month has been, and continues to be, interesting. in the not good way.

i really, really, wish i had control over how much sleep i'm getting.

i also wish i weren't so tired, frustrated, angry, and just generally worn so thin--in regards to many different things.

if i've been flaky, bitchy, neglectful, snapped at you, or been less than my usual self the past month or two, i apologize. there have been many justifiable reasons, but it doesn't mean i have to like it.

i'm so ready for normalcy, i can taste it.