Mar 11, 2024
Thank you to @toothsheeran who has inspired me to get creative again. It’s not writing but it’s the first time I’ve drawn in months.
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Thank you to @toothsheeran who has inspired me to get creative again. It’s not writing but it’s the first time I’ve drawn in months.
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currently 1:17am and my lecture starts at 8:35am but will i sleep? no
When you have to block users that follow you because they’re not on EDblr.
Like I am rampantly mentally ill — you really don’t want to see this dumpster fire lmao.
hello friends don't worry i'll be updating live streamer tonight! posting schedule for live streamer will be more frequent now that i've settled in to classes and its not so O.o anymore :D
Man, gotta love massively overeating because a friend is staying round for a few days. Will just eat less tomorrow. No reason not to be able to reduce my kcal tomorrow onwards. One bad day doesn’t erase everything.
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Honestly, the worst part of this bout of agoraphobia is I really want to go on my hashtag hot girl walk. Like, it’s such a nice day to head out for a tiny bit but the idea of going outside is so difficult atm.
Doesn’t help that my body is clinging to water weight and so the idea of being perceived is disgusting rn.
I wish I could turn my brain off whenever I wanted. Instead, I short circuit, I malfunction when my brain is most needed.
I don't know what is "I" and what is "You". What is "Me" and what is "Other". Things are no longer neat, contained, something that I can rationalise, minimise, shelf and promptly abandon.
How am I meant to live in a vessel that isn't even "Me"? I look in the mirror and see a stranger. Maybe I have always been a stranger. Maybe I always will.
I am tired of these holes, of the slipping, the cutting of memory. I am tired of experience, of existence. I want to sleep, to curl up, to cocoon.
Maybe then I will have become someone.