humid and cold night. no extreme weather alert, but itll snow
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rosaria delacroix, '00, (they/them)
it's pronounced (ro-zah-REE-ah) (DEL-uh-kwaa) if you were curious! π
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so damn cold in here my fountain pen ink is not cooperating with me. at least the cold helps with the chronic pain
me accidentally getting anya's haircut was truly the event of all time actually
i feel like a husk of myself. i feel like a revenant. like a dead man walking. like a ghost haunting my own life
and yet the tedium of living never ceases. theres always dishes to wash. laundry to run. food you have to halfheartedly eat and drink
one day i'm going to kill myself and it wont be a surprise to anyone who knows me. and i think that's the saddest part. their indifference
only thing that makes me feel even marginally better is music. show pony and hot mulligan getting me through the horrors i guess
weeping for no reason (the reason is debilitating mental and physical pain)
you know its getting bad when all i want to do is sleep so that i dont have to be aware of my existence
sick and tired of being people's doll on the shelf to pick up and admire before throwing to the ground. caved in porcelain
head down on the desk trying to not cry because i cant take painkillers just yet because of other pills souping around in my me
that house md scene is so relateable. life is pain. every morning i wake up in pain. you know how many times i thought about ending it?
google search local confessionals near me. please god put me out of my misery
really cool when i cant do the only thing that feels of value or provides any purpose or justification for my existence
its like you have SO much more time to do a- [my depression caves my skull in. i am rendered useless and creatively stagnant]
it would be really cool if i could actually do anything productive with my time instead of weeping
mhm. i think its probably time to withdraw significantly from those relationships. not like it matters to any of them. spare myself the ache
love the perpetual reminder that i mean nothing to the people in my life. really cool
repainted my nails. the acute pain has passed but im still nauseous from general chronic pain and the iron
ugh. i remember why i donβt normally take my iron now. i am in debilitating nauseous pain and on the verge of throwing up