i just need to get REALLY fixated on something to start writing again. that'll make me normaller lmfao
rosariadelacroix

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rosaria delacroix, '00, (they/them)
it's pronounced (ro-zah-REE-ah) (DEL-uh-kwaa) if you were curious! 💖
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i'm like the gossamer thin strand of my sanity lies in the hands of my older brother and literally no one else fr. disastrous in 2024
can't kill myself because i want to play touys with my big brother. i'm very mentally well as you may be able to tell
thinking about what past me would think of myself as is and the answer is: WHAT THE FUCK? YOU'RE ALIVE? and me too kid. me too
truly a snugglebunny beast. nothing better than violently shivering from bloodloss and being cozy beneath blankets crushing me
i love my big brother because he indulges me by doing papernapkin math to determine im experiencing ~70% of fatal daily blood loss
*thinking about something my brother said earlier* yeagh. i guess he has a point
being so deeply, deeply unwell that multiple specialist therapists soft-fire you via referral out to more advanced care is an experience
re-framing psychotic symptoms as just being god's favourite special little babycat angel. or whatever
tbh at this point the persistence of the secondary symptoms probably qualifies me for psychotic depression. fuck it we ball
i have one (1) person who loves me and im like yeah thats sufficient to not go evil mousebites. i guess
you can't keep carrying it all by yourself. it's like dragging a corpse behind you. eventually you have to let go
anyway, onto better and brighter things, i guess
for the love of fucking god why the FUCK does fallen london keep logging me out. jesus fucking christ
been getting incredibly restless. that's a good sign of gearing up to doing something i think
crippled but not in an inspiring way, in a 'disgusts and evokes revulsion and disdain' sorta crippled
unrepentant cripplepunk but my god. sometimes i wish my body would stop trying to dissolve into blood and foam
perhaps the worst of my burnout has ended after like. a year of rest. *gets run over by my genetic disorder*
the sheer capacity for cruelty and kindness that every person is capable of simultaneously is crazy. ngl
*thinking about something nice my big brother said to me* ok. im normaller now