Welp

Stress levels are tumbling clear out of control. They're not going to stabilize. Idk, the anxiety's getting to me but I have to keep on moving onwards. Too much work, it's getting harder to handle, but I have to. Just, gotta make it through.

I often find myself asking: Why? If, I feel so unbelievably alone, what am I aiming for? Why am I aiming for it? I don't know anything anymore. I really don't, and it's starting to tax me, bad. Tired of everything, really badly.

This paragraph was going to be a list of things I want to do, a list of things I want to move on for, but I guess there's not? I couldn't name anything, despite how hard I tried. The only thing I look forward to is an end. And a new beginning, I guess. But both vague, and impossible and only going to grow more so. I don't enjoy anything anymore.

UGH THIS STRESS IS GETTING TO ME. Stress and one other thing is just making me batshit crazy. Fuck all these noises. Fuck it ALL. I'm gonna go take a nap.