sunk in grip.

[serafaery]

getting used to the upstairs music. they have really good taste, at least. i tried to shazam a song but it's not quite loud enough for that, sadly. and they're tidy, they vacuum like 2x a week. it's fine. they're quiet at night, that's the most important thing.

still not feeling any point in existing but at least was able to say as much to josh. calmed down about the floors in the old apartment. probably just me catastrophizing.

i forget in the deepest throes of depression that it passes. it feels so permanent when in the thick of it.

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[michaelboy]

It does and it does