If I had time, I wouldn't need much space.

I'm mostly happy. I hope, that's ok.

I can't do it, unless I did it already.

Once again, I couldn't pay my bills. I can only pay attention.

At least, I tried. I just don't remember, what.

Depression and anxiety aren't that much fun anymore, as they used to be.
So I'm just a bit sad, in no particular order.