The good thoughts are running through my head again. They are getting me too excited. My blood pressure keeps rising and it feels like my brain thinks we are in a stressful situation. But we aren't. I'm fine, just way too excited. So many good ideas running through my brain, worry about one of my pups who got hit by a car two weeks ago (which he is healing really well), and trying to juggling everything at home. I'm tired, and having false anxiety attacks are making me so exhausted. I thought writing some of it out would help, and it is a little but I'm sleepy and want to curl up in bed and not have to worry about dishes, laundry, the pups, dinner, dinner for the pups, cleaning the apartment, trying to get money to get a house, trying to deal with some wedding stuff, and dealing with a half crippled dog. My brain is going fucking everywhere. I just want things to smiooth over. I need space to breath.
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Não FicçãoI don't know what this is. There is only one tag because I don't really want anyone to read this, I need a space to write and get things out. I really don't know where I am at the moment in my life anymore so I'm going to try something to help me.
