Soreth @Soreth@awoo.space

So I guess that's just.... how it is now. Nearly five years of healing later, and every so often my brain is just going to implode, and there's nothing anybody can do about it.

It's sure great how much time I wasted with that miserable shitbag, and how much the memory will suddenly surge up of wanting to be his gay little boyfriend for so many years. I wonder how much earlier I might have figured out the gender stuff if that little shit hadn't been pretending to be interested in me.

Going to bed before the memories of that rat bastard can drag me down further.

G-Darius in the streets, Sinistar in the sheets

BEWARE, I LIVE

On weekends the Stellar's Jays watch me constantly to see if I'm going to leave out peanuts.

I just realized I'm a Skinner Box for birds.

I would not be a member of any cult that would allow me to join it.

Soooo last night I dreamed I attended a really sweet furry convention with most of you. Any of you dream a convention with me present?

Petrichor!

Slept much, much better last night. Gods that feels good.

who needs more than five hours of sleep anyway, right?

Woke up early by a lot, can't get back to sleep because I'm scared for the future.

Lessons learned last night:

11yo me: "Astronaut ice cream is amazing!!"

Current me: "This is like eating flavored chalk. Also these crumbs would be dangerous in a microgravity environment like the ISS or the LEM."

It's a busy day here at the museum of flight.

Probably something to do with that space thing.

Last boost: "I'm a different bird."