I can't wait to actually dive into my dreams job

Would it really give me the peace I'm craving?

Guess we'll have to wait to figure out

I'm not feeling very

Whimsical

I feel gross to be precise

I'm trying to avoid reality but even my imagination is corrupted

My nightmares these days are just not it

My fear has escalated to a new level

It's so bad I can't keep thinking of it for more than 5 seconds

I have to interrupt these thoughts

I can't be left alone although I'm craving isolation

Oh I know

I'll distract myself with guilt

If your leg hurts then hit your arm
At least you'll forget about your leg

That's utterly disgusting

I don't enjoy being a sad mess