Okay. Those of you who may have been following me for the long haul may remember when I painted my nails on a regular basis.
If you don’t, that’s okay.
To catch you up, I used you paint my nails every couple of weeks because it made me happy.
I’m lucky to get in the shower every few days as of late.
I literally just shaved probably two months of fur off of my legs. Let’s not sugar coat things.
I mean really. I’ve been wearing jeans when it’s 80°F (~27°C), because I was too overwhelmed to deal with the extra time in the shower.
The only thing I can say to that is thank goodness everywhere has air conditioning.
So yeah. It’s been pretty lame.
I’m not a Barbie doll. I don’t wear makeup anymore. I seriously just found my bag of makeup not that long ago… and I’m not quite sure where it is again if I’m honest.
I’m sure I need new eyeliner and mascara.
I just haven’t been up to it. I just haven’t.
I want to be.
Seriously sitting down and doing my nails sounds like torture at the moment.
It’s a miracle I finally stopped biting them a couple of years ago.
Depression has sort of taken the normal “self care” things and made them a giant chore.
It’s getting better. I did decide to wear shorts tomorrow (it’s supposed to be in the 80’s again this weekend). I did get my hair done.
It’s not a total loss.
It’s just not where it should be either.
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