Beers. Bikes. Battlestar Galactica.
my name is faith, i work at a tattoo/piercing shop.
i probably like my cat more than i like you.
My body tells me no
I’ve been under more stress in the past month than I have in my entire life. Its starting to take an ugly toll on my body.
My appetite is gone, mostly because I haven’t been able to afford food. Today I haven’t eaten in 3 days.
I can barely sleep without knocking myself out with heavy duty drugs.
I can’t function at work or in social situations without anxiety meds because I’m so anxious all the time.
My skin, which has always been awesome, is going to shit. I am breaking out badly and I have a fucking stress rash over my entire body.
I’m exhausted all the time. Running out of concealer for the constant hollows under my eyes.
Something’s got to give.
