Things I said yesterday when I was hysterically sad and anxious:
"It's not even 8am and I'm crying. I want to fly home. Now. On the next flight. I hate Kelowna and its stupid mountains. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I love it here and I just can't tell. What if I get home and then everything is even WORSE?"
"WHY IS IT ALWAYS FUCKING RAINING?!"
"There's a huge knot in my hair and I'm so upset about it I might just cut out this whole chunk."
"I'm sorry, my day has been taken over by anxiety, I really don't think I can make it in to work. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I took a personality test last week. Guess how extroverted I am. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. I am one hundred percent extroverted. THAT'S why I can't just keep my feelings in, they need to escape."
"These are high-waisted leggings. You know why I love them? Because they hold my fat in. Today, though, I'm pretty sure they're trying to cut me. In half."
"Please stop trying to throw blueberries down my shirt. It's not making me feel any better."
"I'm going to quit. I'm just going to quit my job and go back to being a bartender. I think that getting other people drunk is my true calling. HOW SAD IS THAT?"
"I want to go for a walk because I haven't been outside all day but I honestly can't handle pants right now. Come cuddle me."
"Why are there no carbs? Seriously, why? OH WAIT I KNOW, BECAUSE I WILL EAT THEM ALL IN A FIT OF DESPERATION."
"I tried to fix my feet. I tried to soak them in Epsom salt and then do the scrubbie thing and I got one foot done but I'm too exhausted to do the other one. Can you please just scrub my other foot? It's making me so sad that now one of them is all nice and smooth and the other one is scaly and disgusting. I'm a monster."
I made it to work today, so that's something,