Anxiety

Another day of intermittent episodes of anxiety and depression.
Not sure what is up with that. Alongside that, it's 1727 and all I feel like doing is going to bed. I feel exhausted. No longer are the feelings of anxiety and depression present, but pure tiredness, exhaustion. Obviously my dreams must be incredibly vivid that they are keeping me up. My subconscious must be in overdrive, thinking about everything and anything.

One thing, mail. MAIL!

empty box, wouldn't you empty out please.