Without a doubt in my mind, my worst enemy has been along for the ride the whole time.
If the wind would take me and I could float off into the sky, I think I would find my true happiness.
If anxiety has a smell I’m pretty sure I reek of it right now. Ughhhhhhh
Painting my nails.
Obsessively researching nonsense.
And I wonder why I have no friends.
I think I’m ready to move into my tiny house in the mountains now. :)