-wakes up (second night in a row) from fucking awful, hour-long, persistent anxiety spawning nightmare of a, well, nightmare (a detailed rendering of me suddenly having to move house, truck is too small, stuff isn't packed, everybody's waiting for me cue horrible horrible guilt - like, fuck Hitler, I'm making my best friends who have volunteered to help me wait I am the worssttttt - people are handling my (breakable!!!1one!!!) stuff, I have to decide to abandon some of it on the spot, personal articles and photos included, they keep popping up, half of them remind me of my very recently suddenly deceased father (oh that bit is actually real, fuck you 2016)... Long story short, fucking awful. And I can't even remember the first one -goes on tumblr hoping for straight mutuals hilariously losing their shit over some aesthetically pleasing gif or other, or for some superheroes being cute, terrible German puns or quality content like that -but tumblr is like hey walk into the club like whaddup a truck raced into people in Nizza and in Turkey tanks are shooting people sooo you miss your nightmare yet nari huh? Let me heal, universe. Please? All I ever wanted from you was crunchy sunflower seeds, regular kink meme fills, a decent tan and EIGHT HOURS OF FUCKING SLEEP.
