Time to complain about how tired I am. I just want to get better -- today hasn't been great at all. Last night was terrible. I keep thinking I'm going to die, and that's terrifying. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
God fucking dammit.
I'm just so tired. I want to be comfortable again, but these thoughts won't leave me alone. New things keep popping up, and the things that were already there make everything just feel pointless. I think the time has slowed down some, luckily. But only slightly.
These Christmas commercials, though, are not helping with that part.
I'm just so frustrated and scared. I don't want to die, not yet.