Bruh.

I went to a friend's to do laundry,- I'm fighting some heavy shit today and took a Xanax to chill- I'm still a bit high strung and struggling.

"You look great, like you're having a nice day."

WHAT- I'm over here trying not to hyperventilate.

"Oh, thanks."

Honestly, I'm more tired from being ass backwards than I am from fighting my demons.