I don’t know how I’m gonna do this
The differences between my days off and my workdays are starting to become obscenely polarized
If I don’t have to go do something I hate for 8 hours with people who are unpleasant and constant surprise problems, then I can usually get out of bed at a decent hour. Work days I am lying there physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted already from the nightmares I had about going to work and I cower in bed until 15 minutes before I need to leave.
Weekend I can enjoy myself and make three fucking paintings and a doll face. Work week I can’t do the dishes or showers or garbage let alone paint. I’m forcing the paint now because I know once I start it’ll make me happy and return my functional self somewhat, but, I don’t know call me crazy but I’d like to be alive for more than two hours on a weeknight and most of the weekend
