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.
mortalcity: Text: "Note the swirling vortex of death." (text | note the swirling vortex of death)
[personal profile] mortalcity
I really need to find something to do today that's not just being sad and repeatedly refreshing tumblr in the hopes it will distract me. It won't. Tumblr cannot save me.

I keep trying to kick myself into poking at writing things but I don't even know where to start right now. Even just messing with my bullet journal doesn't seem worth the energy. Every time I try to put on something for background noise, I get annoyed with it after a minute or two.

What the fuck do I do with myself when it feels like the world is quietly ending? I've got nothing.
Date: 2017-01-20 05:53 pm (UTC)

rootsofthestories: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
This is pretty much where I'm at too. I want to do things but thinking past ohgodohgodohgod is really hard and it's making me twitchy.

If you need someone to talk to, poke me. We can maybe distract each other or something.
Date: 2017-01-22 04:05 pm (UTC)

rootsofthestories: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
Yeah, will do. My brain keeps going back and forth between "Nest in ALL the distractions' and "ohgodohgodohogodohgod".

In the end, everything is still awful though. Ugh.