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I hope everything gets better and I hope you know I love you forever

The strange grief that comes with finally getting better. The grief of all the built up anger finally loosening its grip. The grief of all the things you didn’t do and all the things you did do when you were going through something. The grief in knowing. The grief in knowing healing doesn’t give you your lost time back. The grief in knowing that healing is as much a process of loss as it is one of gain. You’re allowed to grieve your healing. As strange as it sounds, getting better often means mourning the version of yourself that had to survive it. But don’t forget that version of you is cheering louder than anyone for your healing. They’re so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.

I’m a lover by nature except for when I’m a wretched hater cunt bitch which I also am by nature

they should invent a laying in your bed all day that is healthy and good for you.

you understand that there's nothing wrong with wanting people to pay attention to you, right? it's not intrinsically evil, you are allowed to want to be seen. you can do it in soft and nice and good ways, but you don't even have to. you can just want to be seen.

video game with a flaccid -> boner meter in the ui but the whole game it never changes at all and nothing makes the boner meter go up so youre jusg aware of the protags flaccid penis the whole time for no good reason