A sick character lying on their partner’s lap (A), reading a book. A sneezing what feels like every minute. Their partner, B, takes notice of their excessive sneezing. They sit A up so that they are face to face.
“Are you okay, hun? You’re sneezing an awful lot...” B says, cupping A’s face. They suddenly feel how warm A is, and see their red, twitching nose. A sniffles a few times before sneezing once more.
“I guess I’b a bit udner the weather.” A speaks, using the back of their wrist to wipe dripping snot from their nose.
“Baby, you know I would’ve helped you. You should’ve told me.” B kisses A’s nose, making them sneeze more. It’s as if anything can set them off at the moment.
“Your nose is so sensitive, and probably stuffy too, you should really let me take care of you~”
I’m once again here knowing I will not get myself to go full bonkers because the fucker manning the little emergency switch in the back of my mind that WILL NOT LET ME GIVE UP CONTROL hasn’t ever fucking slept a day in his life and he no longer requires mortal things like rest and food, just the knowledge that I am forever at his mercy and sweet fuck this guy wants me to get a fucking aneurism before he lets me give an ounce of control to a mental health professional.
Anyway hi every 10 minutes at work I have a silent dry heave at how much I fucking hate living in this flesh prison.
The Paradox of wanting to be rebellious but being chronically afraid of being caught and punished. That was me, I tried to misbehave & act up on purpose in front of my 5th grade teacher so I would get sent to the office and from there I could tell on her and finally get some justice. But it never came. They never helped me. I just made it so much worse for myself and everyone in that class.
y’know what? FUCK you. i’m putting your ass in the control group. *injects you with boring saline instead of the fun and exciting glowing green goo i originally had planned*
Idk. I'm tired of 2023. I'm tired of constantly hearing about job loss. I'm tired of the state of the industry. I'm tired of how insignificant it makes you feel. I'm tired of getting fired, replaced by ai, having work stolen on a different platform every week.
Somehow each week the world keeps finding new ways of making everything feel like shit and I'm so so so tired.