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.
Jan. 20th, 2017 12:18 pm

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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.
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Date: 2017-01-22 03:04 pm (UTC)

mortalcity: A bloodstained note reading "Come now, Alice. It's only a dream." (BW | tangled and tied in the lies)
From: [personal profile] mortalcity
♥ I am sorry you are suffering in the pit of MORTAL TERROR too. I don't... know what kind of distraction would help or what kind of push I need to actually get things done, but thank you. If there's anything I can do to help you let me know?
Date: 2017-01-22 04:05 pm (UTC)

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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.
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