Little Failure

In this cold world, be my little pocket of warmth. I’ll guard it with bruised knuckles and gentle hands.

this is really interesting in how it frames disability/low spoons/etc as not being a series of internal symptoms, but specifically a situation in which daily tasks increase in complexity. for example i used to be able to wash the dishes normally. but now mental and physical issues combine to make that situation have a lot of prequalifications (do I have time, energy, how long can I do it without being sore the next day) that means many more steps are involved in getting that single physical act of washing a dish to be done.

I’m trying to remember the quote. “On a good day, doing laundry is three steps. On a bad day, the first step is getting out of bed.”

kinda want a relationship, kinda never wanna get close to another person again

Also, I’ll start using pills to get skinny, I don’t fucking care

Well, I’ll use Ozempic , so it’ll be fine

nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me

Trauma hasn’t made me strong I am just broken and scared

in a shocking turn of events repressing your emotions doesn't make them disappear