hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over
forever missing the person i could’ve been if i wasn’t sick
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why is tumblr recommending me. my grown ass. posts made by sick children
sorry if I sound awkward and disoriented and sleep deprived and exhausted. it’s because I am
why did god have to give me the Post-Covid Mystery Illness. there’s so many illnesses we actually know about. but no i just Had to get the one that literally did not exist until 5 years ago
I have a chronic pain condition:
Weak.
Depressingly easy for doctors to dismiss you.
Likely to have some random white woman appear out of nowhere and ask if you've tried yoga.
This mortal vessel is slowly being consumed by the unholy power contained within it:
Metal as fuck.
Am I a demon, some extra dimensional entity from beyond the stars, something worse?
Likely to attract the attention of exorcists, but at least they take you seriously.
blogging from the depths of autistic burnout • he/him • adult
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