I feel darker in mood lately, so the goth side of me is emerging again. Which means naturally, the makeup gets darker, more dramatic, and the clothes are all black. Not everyone agrees that this is a "good look" for me. Do I give a shit? Nope. This is MY life, and I am living it for me. There is very little in my life that I can control right now, but how I dress is one of them, and I am taking full advantage of that. Don't like it? Don't look at me.
My meds haven't done me any favors, so I'm slowly tapering myself off of them. The therapy is shit. I only go because I have to, as per my lawyer. So right now, any "help" I get is inside myself. Which ain't shit. I'm just done with pretending that everything is okay. NOTHING is okay. I'M not okay. It's all FUCKED.
I voted early. It was a fucking madhouse and showed me that my social anxiety has worsened greatly. I could barely breathe, all I wanted to do was RUN out of there. But I made myself do it. For God and Country, as they say. Here's to hoping the country doesn't go to shit after election day.
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