do you ever think about about how much your thinking
like when you look too deep into the well of you forewaters the ripples of the future the tiny droplets of your lost youth
and you can feel the warmth leech out your figures leaving hollows for the salt of your tears
and the day above seems to darken seems to be too bright and you are blinded as you try to shade yourself
the line of what your are thinking o digging into you clawing with the knowledge not wisdom
waterfalls press at the dam in your eyelids
you wish it would not taste like salt
your tongue is slit with the fishing line with the thread with the nool of your fate your destiny
you can feel it out there you cant see it you cant feel it you know of it all too well the schematics but the not the worldy being
too young too ripped away knuckled down locked into foetal position in this too tiny hole
thesky is closing in on you
you are bloodied clean with a cloak of years you do are not owed
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six/seven sentence Sunday
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I’ve never really written for lonestar before but I got a couple paragraphs out before I just abandoned this altogether lol so here’s something I wrote around a little after 3X08
The first time TK grieved his mother, he was surrounded by his boyfriend and their friends. The second time TK grieved his mother, he almost went catatonic thinking about Jonah. The third time…? Well, the third time is really just a constant state of grief lingering in the back of his mind.
He’s learning to deal with it - cope with it. It’s hard when his grief starts to mingle with his sobriety or when memories flood him of how his mother saved him and that he couldn’t do the same. Though day by day, bit by bit, he’s starting to feel more like himself thanks to Cooper and Carlos and Tommy’s support group.
A vibration in his pocket signals a message and he’s back to reality sitting at his dining table with Carlos. He paws his phone out, responding to Nancy about inventory.
Then he sees the date as he closes the messages app. Fuck. It just gets harder and harder doesn’t it?
“Is everything okay?” Carlos’s voice beckons him.
“Huh?” TK says, mildly distracted. “Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine, it’s just that -
“Tomorrow’s Mother’s Day,” he blurts.
And Carlos heaves a heavy sigh. Hand tightening with a beat of silence, in a steady voice he says, “I know.”
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my therapist did say also that trying to compulsively fill yourself with others will still leave you empty because at the end of the day true stability in the self comes from within and loving yourself comes from within and it takes time to get there and it isn't easy but it is rewarding in the end
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personal life shit ahead btw
gonna talk about some personal life bullshit under the cut so if you're not interested in my life drama or potentially triggering shit then I'd scroll past. Content warning for talking about disturbing/self-destructive thoughts, chronic pain and illness, and trans stuff..
well, I'm at the point where I am second-guessing myself again. my mom and her husband actually think I'm a hypochondriac and I didn't help my own thought spiral by watching a bunch of videos on people who supposedly made up their own chronic illnesses for crime or other reasons...
like i genuinely think there has been stuff going on with me for years now, but because i never brought some of it up to doctors at the time they tend to not believe its that serious.. Half the time they blame my symptoms on my weight (something that has changed very little over the last five years not including getting the tits chopped earlier this year) or they will blame it on my diet (another thing that has if anything gotten healthier over the last five years as I've explored more veggies and fruits).
Most recently, I went in after doing a bunch of research on POTS and hypermobility without really saying anything specific, keeping the most specific description at general hypermobility while describing my joints and pain and other problems. Well, the outcome I thought was going to be better because normally they dismiss it and don't do anything but this time it seemed different because my doctor actually ordered new blood tests that I haven't had before to rule out things like arthritis and lupus and stuff. The problem was that she said she would follow up and never did and its been like a month now since then and still nothing. Based on the ranges they show with the tests I'm within range for everything pretty much so part of me wonders if that's why she never reached out to confirm the results or what, but I am planning on sending her a message to ask what the next step is.
I know it's not smart to self-diagnose and do a ton of research into symptoms because you could be wildly off but given the fact that the doctors I keep getting just dismiss everything as normal without really doing anything to check most of the time I just can't forget about it and move on. I shouldn't be dealing with all the health problems that I am at the age that I am. Older adults always say stuff like "wait til you're older, then you'll really know pain" and it makes me so disheartened for my future if I'm already overwhelmed by it all rn. Like I really am at a "whats the fucking point?" type of mental state because of all this.
I feel like no one in my life really believes that the issues I have a real and everyone just thinks i make it all up because I complain a lot. Part of me wonders if I am faking it all and I'm just so delusional that i don't know I'm faking it. It's the same kinds of thoughts I have about being trans sometimes or about money. I've been really trying to avoid self harming lately because of all this shit.... Its so weird cause I'll have a great awesome day where I got all the shit done I needed to do, did something fun, socialized, showered, ate, all of it and at the end of it all I feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet... Like everything I said and did was wrong and of course my doctors don't believe me Im just making it up, of course my brother said no to sitting outside with me, I'm being annoying as usual. idk....
I have so many wishes for my life and my loved ones' lives and my mom always says that obnoxious response of "you wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills up faster" to try and bring me back to reality and make me feel better I guess but obviously it never works. it just makes me feel worse about it like I shouldn't even complain in the first place. I really do wish things were different.
I wish I wasn't in pain every day, I wish I didn't have stomach problems every day, I wish I didn't feel like I might pass out every day, I wish my anxiety was the normal amount and not the terrifying heart palpitations I get every day, I wish I had enough money that these health problems wouldn't worry me so much, I wish my mom didn't have to work her soul-crushing job just to keep a roof over our family's heads, I wish that things were different....
If you read through all of this I applaud you and hope you can't relate to any of it.
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