so i literally just got a denial letter from the VA for my PTSD claim because they needed proof from a combat zone that literally had no one caring about documentation and now i'm sitting here wondering if i should just send them a scrapbook of my feelings instead.
cleaned off my desk and thought i was on top of my life then realized i cannot even afford to get my shoes resoled, the pair i wear every single day, just thinking about it makes my chest feel tight.
found an old movie ticket in my pocket today and just stood there staring at it. feels like a lifetime since i did anything that made me feel anything, like does that even matter anymore or has the world moved on without me.
found an old movie ticket in my pocket today and just stood there staring at it. feels like a lifetime since i did anything that made me feel anything, like does that even matter anymore or has the world moved on without me.
spent an entire day reorganizing the spice rack because it felt like a major accomplishment when you have zero control over your actual life, and now the cumin is staring at me like it knows all my secrets.