Toooooo many all-nighters this past month has reduced my skin to intermittent bumpiness while increasing my eye bags to essentially the size of my entire face. Too too many. Hopefully this will be the last one.
Watching the street outside slowly brighten up is honestly the most depressing thing ever, however uplifting it’s supposed to be. Maybe if the circumstances were less stressful. Like if I were in a car snuggled up under some sheets on a cliff watching the sun rise from the trees below.
…Back to work, argh.