I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
I randomly found this in a book tonight. This is our hotel key card from when we went to see Islands in Victoria like…4 years ago I think? I’m corny, I know. But at least I can look back on this and remember one of the best times of my life.