Lark

I’ve decided that I need to romanticize my solitude somehow otherwise I will probably lose my mind. I can be isolated in a suave and stoic way instead of a pathetic way.

My face is so gaunt, I look like I’m dying or something. Maybe it’s body dysmorphia though since I didn’t look this bad earlier today.

I think I may be falling back into my hateful rigamarole, it’s hard maintaining a positive outlook when everything around me is so bad.

Also I feel bad for being lazy around the house, I need to do more chores and make up for all that I take.

I don’t have much else to say, I didn’t do a lot today