Cw: vent. Not safe for little eyes. Read if you want, scroll if not
I’m so tired of being tired and I’m so tired of being ill, I hate that my body does this to me. I want to be normal again. I’m trying to think of the good things, my birthday is soon but I’m not ready to turn 16. I’m not ready. I can’t do that, I don’t want it to come to a close so soon. I just got happy. I can’t be doing this again. I’m sick of feeling disgusted with myself every time I get sad. I can’t keep scrubbing my hands clean multiple times a day because I got too stressed and my body doesn’t know how to cope, I’m so damn fucking tired
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At a hotel in walterboro sc, was too tired to attempt to drive another 6 hours the rest of the way after driving ten today so I’ll have to leave the rest for tomorrow but I’m hoping that a decents night sleep will make it more enjoyable tomorrow, in the last three days I think I got a cumulative seven hours so fingers crossed for more than that tonight 🤞🏻
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Vanya seemingly being honest in her guilt - something Arthur understands like no one else - but that being what seals the last nail into her coffin, so to speak. Because Arthur gets guilt, this immortal endless guilt, probably more than anyone else. He knows what it means to try to atone for something you cannot. And like guilt, he gets anger. In trying to find some sort of humanity, to relate to his better nature, she just pissed him off - because she was the one who turned him, she was the one who orchestrated and sat back and watched as he did what he did. How dare she be the one who survives and try to move on, how dare she claim to suffer the same guilt that claws at him, that haunts his nightmares. She doesn’t get to feel this, she doesn’t get to have this redemption, or mercy.
And at the same time, I don’t think Arthur was ever really going to let her go. I think her fate was sealed when Arthur reached out to Magnus to be there - a human friend, a hunter friend, called not only to shoot Vanya should things go south, but to take out Arthur as well, should he lose himself in a frenzy. It was probably sealed far before then, despite the century Arthur had to deliberate. There was never going to be any room for any forgiveness for her, because he has none for himself.
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I just came across a work on Ao3 with the tag “Ai Generated Text” and I’m just
When did Ai generated stories become big enough on Ao3 that there’s an actual tag for it? Thats just insane to me. Why are we doing that.
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laundry managed, for some reason i put on actual clothes so i can crawl back into bed. i am so smart. it is time to sleep in street clothes
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I’ve been literally disgusted with myself for not working on writing things, while I don’t have the meds that make my brain and whole body work.
I’ve been without those meds for so long that my doctor is like “hey, maybe take those meds for two months and then we’ll test your blood to see if this dose is too low”.
I’ve been hating myself for not doing the things that my lack of meds made literally impossible. It’s hard to think when not medicated. Creativity is a no go. And I have been so angry at myself for not being able to do this thing…
Meanwhile my doctors want me to be on meds for two months to probably be at below-ideal levels of the hormone that makes my body and brain function.
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it appears I actually have to do the job I willingly applied to and was selected for. how awful
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So I’m about a week and a half into my neurosurgery sub-I, and it is possible this is just too exhausting for me
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Endless meowguel O’Hara doodles in my notes, hes so kitty cat to me and I’m so eepy
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