Tuesday was everything I expected it to be and more. 

Me and Prometheus, we have this action nailed! He was eventually saved – but I don’t know how to save myself. I don’t know what to do. 

I’ve taken the day off – a personal day – to try and shore up my strength. 

I’m so tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of hope. Tired of caring. Tired of losing ground all the time.

I’ve had a taste of joy – I miss it. I miss the spring in my step, the way life feels so enormous and wonderful and filled with possibility. 

*picks self up and dusts off ass*