note to self; depression; more bojackery (---)
Dipshit, the content warnings don't work if you still click on them. You know seeing it upsets you, you know just Being Stoic about it doesn't work. Step the fuck away from it, asshole, until you can manage some shred of compersion and just be second-order happy about it. And put down that cookie, shithead, a cookie is not breakfast. You suck, you fragile asshole. You suck. You suck. You suck. You suck, that why you're not part of this...
note to self; depression; more bojackery (---)
(It's... gonna be like this all week. That's just how the holidays are for me these days. Torn between not just two, but three worlds this time, one of which I was explicitly requested to get the fuck out of. Fair warning. Only reassurance I can offer is that I always come out of it feeling much better and grateful as fuck to be back in Seattle, with my actual friends instead of the angry doppelgangers of them in my subconscious.)
note to self; depression; more bojackery (---)
Used to have this rule of thumb: if I dream about something for a whole week, time to do something about it.
Fortunately, heavy THC use (shush, you should see how fucked up I was BEFORE I started) usually stifles my REM sleep just enough that I don't have to care, but... Ohio.
I think this is the first time I'm explicitly telling my dreams "I know, I know, fuck off." I don't wanna hear what my brain thinks. Its brokenness got me into this shit. -_-
