and I'm tired. I feel a bit on the wrong side of shit, quite honestly, but I'm not unaware that this used to be my version of healthy.
I'm not spilling the thoughts in my head tonight dear diary, mostly because I've already offloaded onto Cattenberg. Cattenberg is a good person to offload to, because he tells me if I'm insane, of right to be concerned or confused about things, or if I'm just plain mental. Today Cattenberg says that, for once, I'm not mental.
Hope the kid sleeps tonight, I'm freaking knackered.
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