it's crazy how i went from "i would gnaw my own arm off to stop being in pain" to remembering that i have leftover endone [from when i broke my collarbone a year ago and never got it set] and convincing myself that dislocating multiple joints multiple times a day is probably not being a pussy and is something you can take painkillers for. to taking aforementioned endone and being so stoned i can't remember what boring pathetic post i was going to make about my ongoing realisation that so many things i was mocked and belittled for as a child and therefore believe to be inherent moral failures of mine are like. logical consequences of having a deviated septum and not being able to breathe through one nostril. having hEDS so being bad at running because all my joints move around too much. having glandular fever so wanting to sleep in one weekend when i was 16!!!!
anyway. how about that local sports team?
