I'm feeling a little better, at least. No more body aches and can hold more than a sandwich down. Still have some fevers, but eh. And Abby is adjusting to her new diet with no large bumps in that road, so thank goodness for small miracles.
I don't think it helps I write for things that people generally don't like in the fandoms I write for, because I like exploring things less talked about and other dynamics and such, and I like to write plot-heavier things rather than just for a ship's sake, which would make things a hell of a lot shorter--*glares lovingly at The Listening*
I'm sorry, y'all, I'm just ranting and whining at this point while lying in a puddle of my own tears, feeling like Gudetama. Also feeling like the chopsticks that manhandle Gudetama. HURGH.
“nauseatingly miserable beyond repair” — with kafka’s heart-wrenching yet resonating quote, i once again fell in love with words, after the year long depression which left me in an abyss of hopelessness and misanthropy.
words. purely words. the words that bled through papers, as the heart of the writer bleeds without a momentary pause. the words that put one’s unique story and often, battles into tangible descriptions.
until peace and comfort tape all the shattered pieces of me together, i will, perhaps, continue to tell the world i am not yet defeated while floatation on this constantly storm-strucking ocean is possible.
— 29th january 2024; a monday evening with occasional suffocations.
i used to romanticize my life, every detail of it. i used to consistently find love for even the smallest of things. i used to think so highly of every moment. there was vibrancy in everything.
i lost myself, the older i got. the older i got, the less i romanticize my life. the less i find the positives in things. everything became more dull.
i’m now on a journey of rediscovering the beauty in everyday life. i crave that romantic feeling of everything that caught my eye. i crave that vivid vibrancy that everything appeared once before.
Just truly put together that I stopped wearing clown adjacent fun makeup and extra fun outfits when my mom died and that made me very sad like to a normie I don’t look like a normie but to old me I look like suuuch a normie now it’s so sad
i miss when we would facetime for hours and never get bored. when we should laugh so hard our stomachs hurt and we couldn’t breathe. when we told eachother anything and everything. i miss you and who you used to be. i miss what we used to be. you used to be someone i trusted with everything, now your someone i barely know.
I loved another person and it made me insane. It made me crazy. It made me end up hating the one star I loved the most in the sky. It made me hate the clouds. It made me hate the rain. It made me hate myself. It made me hate her. Love. And hate.
was anyone going to tell me there are fanlore pages about me and my works or did i have to find that out by myself when i tried searching for one of my tumblr posts in a google search bar
edit: i just read through the solar lunacy one and some of the details on there are just kind of....wrong. lmao
Sometimes I miss my old self, how carefree and brave she was about certain things but I also think that she would be proud of how far I've made it and how I've accomplished things she didn't think herself capable of. It's always complicated to look back, makes me reflect upon my flaws and my strengths, missed opportunities and hopeful futures