it’s emo night tonight and walking in the dj started playing thriller so i’m hoping this is a good sign
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i gotta be honest living under the constant threat that the cops can just show up and kidnap me and likely use excessive force to do so anytime they want like they have many times before for the crime of mental illness is not really helping my mental health all that much. one might say its even making it worse. hypothetically.
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can I just say that I’m so sick of the constant internalized fatphobia I see online 😭 why is everyone so fucking obsessed with others being ‘healthy’ lol if I wanna be fat, let me be fat and let it be MY own concern if my body weight is ‘healthy’ or not.
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The fun thing abt starting basically from scratch wrt finding out what foods I like is that what seems like a simple meal actuslly has 5 different ingredients I've never eaten and 10 ways of being made and differing quality of ingredients and any one of those variables could be responsible for me not liking a dish and I don't want to risk making something I don't end up eating so basically I'm in the shitter
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YESSS SILLY QUESTION SUNDAY. Last and before the beginning please 🥺
FINALLY i've dragged myself to my laptop (which means i moved it from my shiny new desk to my bed lmao) to do something productive even though it's after midnight. good evening. sorry for the delay :c and for what it's worth it's still too hot for a heating pad. send help.
last:
“So how do you feel now?”
“Hungover. Embarrassed. A little nauseous. The usual.” Yixing shrugged. “But better now that I've talked to you.”
the context for this is. um. lol. someone had a little breakdown and drank too much and made the World's Biggest Fool of Himself in front of a girl who happens to be named Sonam AFTER they already were not on speaking terms and he is making painful attempts to apologize for his stupid idiot behavior. Yixing sucks lol
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before the beginning:
The two of them stood there for a moment, taking it all in, before noticing the blood dripping from her palm. She'd smudged a chunky red hand print on the floor when she first sat upright, and a second, cleaner one on the front of her thigh when she gripped it in a failed effort to stand.
Nobody spoke. Her eyes, bloodshot from the sleeplessness and the sobbing, darted between Josef and Luka before finally settling on the door with its broken lock behind them. They're old, she thought, I can outrun them.
Vera is stupid lol this is when she's finally confronted about her suicidal tendencies and SIGNIFICANT drinking problem after she disappeared for almost a full year
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