My birthday is tomorrow.
I just wrote a long rambling post about where I was last year and how it feels like 10 years ago with everything that happened and how I'd kind of like to just forget it but that would make me even more depressed.
I wrote about still feeling tongue-tied and broken and having no words, or too many, or not the right ones. I've written a few posts that are sitting in my drafts folder because they're so whiny and annoying even I don't want to read them. I haven't been commenting, for mostly the same reason. Can't string thoughts together very well. Or when I do, they're all about me and how frustrated I am with everything. I have nothing good to say.
Maybe tomorrow I'll find something nice to write about, because honestly, I'm getting tired of hearing myself whine. Tired of hearing myself be sad. Tired of feeling constantly anxious. Do I do anything about it? Not much.
I still can't focus on school because I don't feel like I know where I'm going with it, but I need to figure it out because the deadline is looming and I have a ton of work to do.
I'm doing better. Kind of. But not. And I hate that.
How's that for concise?