at the table for tonight’s DnD session, it’s my first game with this crew. Despite how long i’ve been looking forward to this, i find myself deriving almost no enjoyment from the activity.

par for the course.

it’s always in the moments i know i should be happy that it becomes too painfully obvious- the perpetual undercurrent of either melancholy, apathy, or disdain.

illness aside, something is deeply wrong with me. illness included, i’m far too exhausted to continue on with this. with being me, with being alive.

i keep saying it, then i keep waking up. which in its own right, is endlessly exhausting.

i’ll make my next appointment my last one.

i’ve had enough of “sinclair”.

“𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞”