The Obscure

Ah, sweet, all-encompassing difficulties.
I can't escape them, nor can I let them come right to me. I have to make myself unaware of their existence, watch them slyly out of the corner of my eye, until the difficulty pounces on me and makes itself irrevocably apparent, I then will wrestle with it. Shortly thereafter, I will lose to it.
I have a difficult time administering eyedrops on myself. I don't know why that is, exactly, I guess my eyes are just a little sensitive. Having my blood packed full of lithium sucks all of the moisture out of my body. Eyedrops are a necessity. I know this, yet it takes me ten minutes of staring at the bottle before I can make the first eyedrop attempt, and another ten after that before the attempts are successful. I do not like putting things in my eyes. I don't not like even having eyes.

I was going to write a long spiel on here about nothing in particular, like I usually do, but I think my sleeping pills are finally actually doing their thing, so I'm going to go let my body sleep for 7 hours, and then I'll wake up so that I can go get more pills so I can become more dependent on more medicines. Soon, I will be nothing but a chemical, standing before you.
Goodnight, fuckers.