Archive of Our Own

There are dishes in the sink. 

Did I take a shower yesterday?

Laundry needs done. 

I cried at work today. Yesterday? 

The days are blending together. 

I'm missing time. 

I'm tired. 

There's dishes in the sink. 

I'm overwhelmed. 

Things keep going wrong. 

I want better. 

I want easier. 

I am so tired. 

I'm hungry but I don't want to eat. 

I don't like my belly. 

I'm bloated and upset. 

My period is a reminder of what people expect. 

I messed up my bikes oil change. 

The mechanics didn't seal the oil cap? Do I have an oil leak? 

I shouldn't ride while I'm like this. I keep missing gears. 

I want my meds. 

I want to be held. 

I want to sob into someone who doesn't understand but I trust. 

I don't want to feel like this. 

I would rather feel nothing than feel like this. 

People keep calling me a girl. 

I keep telling them they're wrong but they don't do better. 

I am so tired. 

I deserve better. 

I want to sleep. 

I want to stop existing for a while. 

There are dishes in the sink. 

They've been there all week. 

I want something to go right. 

I want to be less afraid. 

I want things to be less dangerous. 

There are dishes in the sink.