Didn't sleep last night. Cried a bunch, had flashbacks of hands touching me, and self-harmed instead.
I've since slept a few hours this morning, which helped. Now I just feel drained.
I'm so torn about good omens rn. On the one hand, I keep obsessively retreating in my head to my version of Aziraphale and Crowley, to comfort me after the night I just had. On the other hand, anything to do with canon Aziraphale and Crowley—including looking at fanart—is making my stomach twist in knots. I don't have the heart to try writing fanfic rn either, still feel too fragile.
I'll probably be deleting Tumblr from my phone for a while, to detox myself from this fandom. Don't know when I'll be back. Just need to take care of myself. Bye.


















