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life is unfair

if only i could live the life of my characters, traumatized irreparably, doomed by the narrative, traveling through dark and dank caves and crypts, stepping over broken floor tiles and breathing in the uncomfortably moist air, with a menagerie of unsavory, yet terribly entertaining friends I'd met only a day before.

but I'd have a sick ass eyepatch to wear. i want to live that life.

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true fear.

i was sitting in the waiting room of my therapists office, awkwardly hunched over a notebook i had brought with me when suddenly, from the opposing corner of the room, someone spoke to me, complimenting my outfit.

im very appreciative but also im very upset that i was being spoken to by a stranger in public. therapy is a magical place where you never leave your comfort zone or do anything that might jeopardize your coziness, this sort of social interaction is an outrage

anyway when i went home i was giggling with joy the whole rest of the day so it was nice