- SLEEP TAKE -
If any of you people are wondering why the hell have I stopped writing takes, its because the last couple of weeks have been really shitty and I'm not in a good place. Hence, this venting take. Don't care? Leave. Because this is gonna be one great emo share.
My first priority is... Sleeping. That, has been disrupted. Whenever I lie on bed, or anywhere, my feet get fucking cold and pain shoots up soles traveling further to my thighs. Nasty. Have been going through this shit for a month now.
Also, ridiculous amount of meds. And crappy doctors who write them. Money seems to be all that matters to them. I'm sorry if it upsets you as a medical practitioner. The darn physician could have fucking told my mom that I needed to see a specialist, the biochemical test could have included measure of everything ā D, B, Ca whatevs... But no, the universe is working against me.
Anyway, I'm literally living on painkillers. I won't get an hour sleep if I don't take them. What a fucking nuisance! Not painkillers, the necessary task of eating before you take one. Can't I catch some good sleep without stuffing myself like a fucking teddy? Answer's no.
So my sleep schedule is really really really messed up. No shit Sherlock. Cramp wars are worst.
I would have approached the problem sooner if the stupid exams weren't up my my ass. Practicals ā 101 harassment. No exaggeration.
I've been so, so aggressive lately. I think I'll stab everyone. But I can't. Laws are real. Oof. Except my brother, I hate everyone. That's not a news but I thought I'd just say it out loud. He often stays up late babying me. That fucking precious duckling.
People think I have depression. Either that or they are cranking my ass about eating disorders. My relationship with food is sure a weird one, but I have never taken lax, or worried about my weight, or vomited intentionally.
Did I tell you I lost weight? I fucking did. Comes with heavy dark circles, general state of fatigue, crying spells. But its all good. As for depression, I'm sure apathy is more like it but a-okay, aunt Stacy.
Nights are so freaking hard to pass. Especially in winter. Screw winter. We want summer! Summer! Summer! Give us it, people watcher / giant in the sky / you sadist.
I can't write poetry. Sucks so much. How else am I supposed to express myself?
Learn communication?!
No thank you!
...my body aches...
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