#rottingdoe

[hoppiehoppers]

I hope that every mean girl cruel to my friends knows somehow that as my eyes stare through them they know that I see their rot. A different rot than mine. They chose this rot, to be cruel.

[hoppiehoppers]

Foaming at the mouth, I know that I am feeling this way because my period is on its way but I feel terrible. Like. Anxiety is out the roof. My antlers are out and I need to go and do something but I don't know what and it is driving me insane. I wish I had said yes to dinner with a friend.

I got off of a call with my partner and I felt fine until I had to be still and quiet again. I realize I am not good at this. None of us really are in this digital age.

I am coming to terms with the idea that my facets are not as specific as I want them to be. And I do say want them to be because that is so much easier for me to identify and ignore. But the other day I was just having an evening and I have rabbit feet? Sometimes I notice that I am one thing or another but it's been a bit hard to focus on lately. I have been dealing with a rough patch when it comes to myself.

I want to rely one one of my coping mechanisms that I use to make myself stop thinking but I think I just need to go take a walk.

[hoppiehoppers]

Can doe not??? I’m not dying. I just have to burp.