I re-read Scp-5031, which for a reason that sort of escapes me elates me to no end (perhaps i relate to the thing i lil more than I'd like to admit)(it was also the first genuinely positive in mood and tone piece of media I've beheld today (mind you my "today" is the time between last and next slumber, so at this point ~36 hours) as i came to realise), now i feel like sobbing, i still can't as per usual, but something about it just strikes a chord with my being
It's almost like sometimes it's okay to enjoy things
Stating that is vexingly cathartic and revolting simultaneously











