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who but a narc pseudo-savior wants to punch a broken kid? she spent the better part of twenty years distant like the morning moon eyes closed and shadow boxing the likeness that she made of me an effigy to burn, to spurn, to turn away

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who but a narc pseudo-savior wants to punch a broken kid? she spent the better part of twenty years distant like the morning moon eyes closed and shadow boxing the likeness that she made of me an effigy to burn, to spurn, to turn away
Hey guys so during first season of dragon prince I got a little carried away and tried to do what the cool kids did... 😅😅😅
Viren: but Harrow, we can do something creative
Harrow: I don’t want your dark magic
Viren: it could save your life!
Harrow: fuck this shit I’m out *jumps into battle armour*
Not once did I like the smell of cigarettes. But here I am, how many months later, missing the taste of your cigarette stained lips. The cool menthol feeling I once could resist. Who would have thought, right? But here I am, desperately missing you. Terribly missing the menthol taste, jonesing the taste that your lips allow. Wishing one more pull, one more inhale will give me the satisfaction, the exhilaration. But no. I’m left alone and addicted. Whoever said it gets better with time, was never addicted to anything.
my very own nicotine
sept 1st 2016
Crashed and burned At work… in the parking lot Thank god nobody tried to see if I was ok because I was flat out incapable of doing anything coherent… pretty quick recovery considering…
I just needed a good slap down to earth again to remind myself that shits not ok and I can’t fake it anymore. I’m not ok. I haven’t been for a while, especially not since last year. Things were rough and therapists have told us the whole family has basically been traumatized by all our own self destructive and self preserving habits. We’ve shut down and we crash every few months… panic attacks, chronic illness and constant pain. Sleep disorders, nervous ticks and reduced short term memory… how are we functioning? Faking it… I might be strapped for cash come next spring but I think I’ll survive this winter with fewer risks to my health… this time. I’m so tired but I don’t want to sleep and wake up to find none of this happened… it’s frustrating