problems.

 i still struggle putting my words together. it's not like anything big happened but stars aligned against me lately, it seems.

my sleeping problems have been getting worse these last few days, staying up until midnight and sleeping until noon. i'm out of my rhythm. i'm not sure what to do anymore, since i've got no access to a psychiatrist so anything stronger than otc meds is out of question... and that's only the top of that particular iceberg, but i'll spare you any further details. it's enough to say that i'm fucked on that front, my ancestry finally caught up to me.

my family's also going through a turbulent time and i'd to write more about that but i am genuinely struggling to focus right now. i'm sorry. i can barely see my words through tears of frustration, it's all too loud right now, so i'll have to drop the topic. not because it's upsetting, though - i simply don't know how to dress it into words right now and i'm tired of rewriting sentences that make no sense. the struggle is part of that iceberg, yes.

either way, on a more positive note: i've been playing a lot of cyberpunk 2077 lately, mostly wandering around the map and enjoying the little details strewn around. i really like the random irrelevant businesses you can find around night city with obnoxiously polish naming schemes applied to them, i find them quite funny.