five months. a year. despicable

over a third of the year taking iron and its helped my levels at least. and a bit of the fatigue

did make it to at least one of the meetings this week which was good

realizing you meant less than nothing to people you now regret having wasted your time & emotional vulnerability with. man fuck yall lmao

i am in a Mood. and by that i mean i need to sleep for another twelve hours. or chainsmoke

the disappearing act is old and trite. considering unplugging and being found as a waterlogged corpse in the woods

gotta stay busy so i dont get too depressed, i guess

i think i have completely given up on people now. weird how smallweb july has made me contemplate the scope of my life, generally

being the third wheel / background friend sucks. would not suggest. hindsight makes one bitter

thiiiinking about how some people deserve to rot in the uncertainty of not knowing and dithering over their role to play

you were never worth having if you were lost so easily. send tweet

suicidal blogger girl chic. singlehandedly bringing back the 2010s tumblrina aura

(hacking up blood) now what if i had a stiff drink about it

the jaded cynicism is coming at me with the same intensity as being curious about what IF i did get shitfaced drunk just to try

very weird realization of how little you know of people until you observe them in a distant context

vague sense of melancholy about how we grew up and grew apart. classic post uni experience

ough. warm blankey

sometimes i still wish i could believe in god. maybe thats why joel compels me as a character

running another fever. sweating through my tshirt and waking up in a weird deliriousness is... an experience

in that strange in between place of not having someone youd turn to tell Big News either which way