Anyway I’m not sure whether it’s the icy swim at the reservoir this morn or the generous dose of loraz afterwards, but this afternoon I have felt pretty on it!! I called my parents and my mum was like “wow, I haven’t heard you speak coherent sentences like this in months”

Kind of feels like a Big Deal because for a lot of that period I was so overwhelmed that I often couldn’t speak out loud coherently, so it makes me feel good that my writing is safe even when speech isn’t 🗣️🗣️🗣️

My mum gave my nibling a flapjack for the first time when they were a toddler and told them that it was a sort of cake. When they took their first bite tears started rolling silently down their little face, it was a heartbreaking deception

what a furry little hypocrite

feel a bit judged by her through my phone

Right now I could afford to buy a sofa bed to take up less space and have somewhere else to sit, but I KNOW I wouldn’t bother to fold it out every night which would be depressing. And I’m fainting too often for a high sleeper to be sensible rn. What do??!!

But I have a million books and my piano and my dead auntie’s tick tock fold out chair and my games and drawers of craft materials and all my papers and stuff for uni and and and

It’s not like I ever buy new stuff, I just love trinkets and finding stuff in bins and bringing things home