*hands over another mug that says Certified Failure* Yeap.

oh YES THEM icons

Is it crass I'm saying this a week after I found out mom died? Sure. Do I care anymore? Probably not. Will my therapist be hearing about this? Absolutely.

Yes that's correct

Bee today some guys from the funeral parlour came to help clean out my childhood home and it turns out they are all at varying stages of 30 but have no idea what a VCR looks like or video tapes.

Do you know what a VCR is?

Thank you.

Hi. Thanks. Honestly I'm very grateful for you all.

I love you so fucking much dear heart.

All the same though.

If you are out there, whether as an angel or spirit guarding your family or friends, or you're just a ball of energy now manipulating probability and action and science, or even if you don't exist anymore and you're just a placebo.

I wish nothing but goodness and love.

I'm just slowly trying to get back in order. Trying to really slow down and appreciate the things around me. Trying to remember not to suddenly make up with people just because of plot devices. My partner's death isn't my plot development moment. It's just fucking sad.

I just don't know how people express grief anymore and even to this fucking day I still think I'm not worthy to be so sad over my partner. Like. We were a couple for 11 years and yet I still feel useless and was shitty to him? No wonder nobody likes me.

And well. I'm in therapy now. Somewhat.