scorpio moon

us: 2 cherry blossoms in separate universes, cursed to only see our own perspectives forevermore

it was fine when it was just my knees. okay, bad knees. alright, knees that dislocate, whatever. hips, too? yeah, that's fine. oh, my shoulder? well, the winged scapula thing is kind of fun. elbows that pop when i roll dice? i guess i'll stop playing dice games. painful finger joints? jesus fuck, i'll be okay. the hypermobile foot?? are you actually serious? my foot? the thing that i walk on every single day?? brother....

there's something so raw and soul crushing about spending your late childhood+teen years suicidal then growing up and actually wanting to live, after an ungodly effort, only to see your health deteriorate because of chronic illness.