its crazy how detrimental people can be to your quality of life and uh, sanity. its nice to be doing better now, though

genuinely kind of insane that this is the first time in like. a year and a half i've been feeling healthy(ish) and normal. iron pills ftw

my period's stopped bashing my head in with a brick so that's crazy

dad bought me choco dipped pretzels with pulverized cookie crumbs on top. a little kitten treat

very difficult to have my raging cynicism quarrel with my brothers more tempered approach. i know he’s right it just doesn’t feel like it

me tippy tappying my little pawbs on the keyboard as i conjure dark academic horrors for my brother and i to play with like touys

no because its crazy genuinely how much hatred you can harbour in your heart. dual sides to passion i guess

NEW DERMOT KENNEDY SONG OUT. REASON TO LIVE

peach prc's music really does hit so hard

such catastrophic blood loss my body has prioritized the core and left my extremities numb. its like mini winter

i think its just the combination of adrenaline and caffeine kicking in to prop up my bottomed out blood pressure but its weird feeling alert

that whole agitated restless simmering Something Is Coming feeling paired with insane insomnia is probably uh, not great. but art soon :)

being incredibly and nauseatingly mentally ill has only one upside: when im well enough to make art it fucking rules lmfao

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

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