Yep, Mmhmm.

I’m tired.

By tired I mean I’m emotionally exhausted. In the last few months I found myself in such a deep depression I made a rushed decision and found myself being the momma of rats. Following this, my now former roommate constantly made me feel ridiculously uncomfortable in my own home, and after an altercation with him I was forced to move the first time. Then moved a second time just over a month later. This semester I learned bad news about a very good friend with cancer, attended the funeral of a cousin, learned that my grandpa was given six months to live and lost him just a month later. I learned that one of my beloved rats, one of my saviors from just months earlier was also going to die from cancer and two days ago, I lost her. Two intoxicated teenagers broke into my vehicle and stole my belongings from me. Kicked me while I was down. And along with all of this I’ve had to be a student in the hardest classes I’ve ever taken. I am tired. I am ready for something new. I’m stuck in this place of needing progress but being so god damned terrified of it I just want to stay in bed. So I’m going to stay in bed as long as I can until life calls me back to it, until I’m forced to drag myself out and live. But in the meantime, it’s random documentaries on netflix and cat snuggles.