fireflame

I applied for two more jobs today. I had a panic attack last night. It was the first one I've had in my life. I was worried about Peter.
Today, Peter finally called. He relapsed and he might go to prison for petty thefts of cough syrup, and for assaulting cops - two things he does when high.
It's a hard day, but less so than yesterday.
I'm healing myself by staying away from sugar and alcohol. I'm also taking antioxidants and trying to eat more healthily.
Peter will keep me up to date on whether or not he goes to prison.
Tomorrow I see my ex. I ask him to get back together with me. Stress is something that I'm not a stranger to.
I'll abate my worries by drawing.
Hopefully I won't be dreaming about fairies anymore.