burned my tongue on milk tea. fuck my life lmao

crazy how forty calories of seaweed doesn’t feel like it at all

eating two raw carrots to fill up the food meter like a sim desperately scrapping together the will to function

hello kitty cup with a straw save me… hydration…

ah. a shot of bemused satisfaction. isn’t it great when people realize that a) you were right all along and b) they’ve bet on the wrong dog

something funny about it being sunday when i get like this

sigh.

perhaps it IS time for a house md arc

a sobering realization to know that there's precisely one person who would even bother to read the damn thing or care about it. lol

i'll at least finish writing it i guess. for the catharsis of purging it out of my system or whatever

particularly pathetic to draft a note and realize its pointless because no one its addressed to would care anyway. so. whatever

tiny crumb of joy is watching the gradient gradation of the fountain pen ink shifting from purple to pink as the newest refill filters thru

will have to lurk around some other forums for holiday event ideas i guess. a pleasant distraction

yes i DO have a co dependent relationship with him. whatever keeps you alive at the end of the day i guess

cant kms because my big bro would be SO proud of me for the writing group meetups and when hes better we'll yap for hours on end again

miss my big brother

genuinely mortifying ordeal of living and realizing your death would change nothing in the lives of those around you. hate that

could just crack into my prescribed pain meds and fast forward through weeks at a time by sleeping again

unmedicated depression and ptsd beating the FUCK out of me rn

keeps circling back to the thought that id be better off dead & the people in my life'd rather i die quietly than bother them about it