Mourncore Musings

Main blog for @krillposting! Over here, mainly gloom, over there mainly polka dots.

My roommate's omnipresence feels like a slow death by observation

The irrepressible death drive must not win. If I can push through the ego death of my thirties, one day I will be an austere, wise old lady with a big shelf of my own published books

Reached the point of fucked sleep schedule where I've had to stay up all night to try to reset. I don't know if it's these light nights, or a potent hormone/ anxiety cocktail but I seem to be physically incapable of sleeping before 4am and at a certain point you have to say enough already and greet the sun if you want to keep your 9-5 job

really need a hug because of gay stuff happening in my life but even though I'm out feel like there's no one to hear it. Friends all happily married & mostly straight, parents deeply uncomfortable with my queerness, established profile as lone wolf entity who doesn't date so no one even really knows I'm in pain. I'm so sorry to everyone closeted because it must be 100x worse to go through this in secret.