Ow.
Yesterday, I collapsed and fell down from about half way down my stairs. I sprained my left ankle and wrist, and twisted my right, on top of that, my RSI is acting up in my hand, I’ve been unable to finish a full meal in 3 weeks, and London expo is this weekend and once a fucking gain, my health gets in the way, ofc, all my friends are either at the expo or Gay Pride so I’m on my own either way. ANNNNNNNNNND on top of that, my mother is loosing her marbles because she seems so stressed, and I’m pretty sure we can’t afford the holiday we’re going on in three weeks. My chest is permanantly pounding from anxiety for no damn reason since little less than a fortnight ago, I have to wait until after holiday till they’ll send a doctor out to see if they can give me medication, if not medication, I may have to go under hypnosis, but at this rate, I’m not even going to manage my holiday. I really can’t be arsed anymore. With anything. At all. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing or whats the point of me getting up in the morning to push myself to stay awake for no actual decent reason. Pretty much everything seems tedious. Only thing I look forward to is talking to/seeing Jess [the one down the road], Hayleigh and my boyfriend. Those three people are probably the only reason I get up in the morning. Love you guys so much.
I need to backdate some blog entries again. I WILL do it at some point. I did a vlog about 3 weeks ago that I still haven’t upped. It needs cutting in half to go on YT. *Sigh* Loads of stuff happened. Was good but now stuffs gone down the shits.
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