𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕤.

w. [like *wistful days*]

9th April, 2024

my heart is giving out. i can barely breathe most of the time.

almost everything hurts. and i kinda want for it all to be over, and soon.

i am not sure how i am supposed to go back to work. i can barely get out of bed.

i don't know how i am to go on. i am not even 50 yet. how am i supposed to go to work till i am 67, to retire? those are 20 more years of my life.

i must get into the habit of not locking the front door. in case an ambulance needs to get in, and in case i can't get up to unlock it.

sigh.

spring is fully here, and the grass is greener. for some people.