Nailing sluts and writing our vows

If the first few weeks of the year are any indication, 2020 is going to be trash.

I have been absolutely riddled with physical depression. My brain feels pretty alright, which is nice, but my body is just exhausted and depressed and I am wholly unmotivated to do anything. It's getting bad enough that I am ALMOST ready to talk to my doctor about antidepressants. Which is a big deal for me, as I've stayed away from them on purpose because I'm terrified of losing my sex drive, of gaining weight, of being put on something that doesn't help and having it exacerbate my problems instead...the devil I know is better than antidepressants, I think is how the phrase goes.

I've been wanting to blog for weeks and I can't even bring myself to do that, until today. I'm having a nice day where I feel relatively ok. I'm anxious to like, go clean my kitchen, but my body is telling me that's too much. I'm just worried that I'm going to lose steam here and I won't even be able to finish a fucking blog post. I haven't even had the energy to post mermaid photos on my instagram, and I can do that shit from my fucking phone without getting up. That's how bad it's been.

I'm going to just post this shit before I slump down and lose the determination to post this, too.

Flower photos!

I was being really purposeful with how I took these and edited them, so they're not quite my usual style. Purely intentional. Except for the little tiny bee butt. I just took that picture because I fucking love bees.