we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
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So far today I have raked my foot over a board fulla nails, producing several scratches and one deep puncture wound, and gotten a shard of glass that I thought I'd completely cleaned up lodged in my other foot.

They both hurt. Kind of a lot. They also both bled a lot, and I'm already kind of anemic and ready to kill a deer with my teeth just to get some red meat. This is not what I needed.

I'm taking a goddamn nap. If anything attacks me when I wake up (including my own goddamn internal organs - I am looking at you, heart and uterus) I swear I will tear it to pieces. :|