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: Olivia with lines drawn on her face, looking desperate. (Fringe | whisper prayers into the dark)
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I think I've slept three or four hours in the past three days.

I am tired and nauseous (I think I've eaten five crackers in the past twenty-four hours and don't care) and worrying about everything and constantly on the verge of tears. I am not entirely positive I will survive the next month.

I just want to go home, and there's nowhere to go.