Tuesday, January 14, 2025

End of the rope

I've reached the end of my rope.. sick in bed and no signs of getting better. considering doing one last cinammon challenge with coal dust and resigning. listening to music in my head from my island hometown, and starting to think about some major difficulties that arise out of my own mental condition. I chose to focus on a specific issie when making this page, but spirituality and healing go so much farther than just confom reform. my sexual charisma dwindles when i'm in these modds,, im' not depressed, i know that i am not someone who would feel that way, but i languish in the blistering darkenss of my chambers, the piercing winter atmosphere sending me into renewed bouts of nausea. what is love, what is freedom, what is understanding, what is acceptance??? my heart and spirit ache for some material recognition of the non-corporeal questions that command my attention throughout my twisted illness. let up now

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