just gotta purge it

Saturday to Saturday, I can safely say that this week fucking sucked. not every moment. not without moments of respite and relief, but it very fully and significantly was a real fucking bummer. I didn't cry, I didn't throw anything, or storm out of anywhere, or yell or shriek or howl, but I did feel: sad, insecure, scared, exhausted, overworked, disempowered, unprepared, misunderstood, lonely, isolated, boring, inarticulate, stupid, paralyzed, hopeless, and foolish.

a feeling's just a feeling, and i just feel that shit hard. this week is fucking over and good riddance.

new month, new marks.

Ohmygod, I forgot how awful it feels to be so hopelessly LONELY. It's in my fucking bones!