…while watching The Kardashians.

So I guess it’s not really yoga. Stretching and numbing my brain with sparkly high pitched women. I’m not the kind of person that would normally watch this show lol. I watch and try to understand them. I try to analyze their lives past what is shown in the media. I don’t really give a shit of course. But it’s better than reflecting upon the horror that my life has been in the last four years or so.

Also, I’m absolutely exhausted. And tired of trying. I still have good days sometimes. Thankfully. But damn. This sucks.

That’s all. This is an alt account. I just wanted to scream into the void for a minute. Or rather, talk about how I stretched while watching Kim study for the bar. Good for her. I don’t know if she passed, don’t spoil it.

I am so tired of being tired. I wish I had a Miracle Person to come help me. I was always the “we got this” person. Well, we didn’t got this, things just got worse, and I am depleted.

I still have some hope. But for now - back to bed.