Feel like a list of consciousness cos I dont quite have the time.
Full of stress, under pressure, tired and the night is full of terrors.
Its bloody cold and one of my joys (walking the pup) is now a freezing chore and Im procrastinating because Im scared of the failure my mind is telling me is inevitable because Im an inevitable failure.
Too many thoughts to catch like butterflies... no moths on chuffing fire.
Trying my best not to give a butt but I give a huge butt. HUGE 🍑
Pushing forth but scared this is just the middle of a long battle with stress.
I dont have the time for a cup of self care tea or a bath :/ And anyone who tells me Im a good baker/cook just LOOK at the state I left the waffle maker in :| I make lots of mistakes and make bad food that I still eat cos its a waste and theres nothing else in.