alright. cried into my dog for ten minutes, ate an obscene amount of pickles, and managed to convince someone to drive me to the rock shop to get another one. so now i have five new hematite rings and a blue goldstone necklace. time to project this all on a new blorbo. i have healthy coping mechanisms.
also apparently hematite rings don't last that long because they're fragile so i guess me keeping that thing whole for six years is a feat or smth












