Music. Dremel. Clay. Attitude problem. Time to make stuff and make this dysfunctional fun instead of indulging my depression and anxiety. They can go fuck someone else instead of me for once.
I spent enough time crying yesterday as everything goes to hell. This isn't a domino effect, its a falling jenga tower. But at least I can make the pieces pretty.
Or sharpen the edges and start throwing them at people.
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