#sully?

[hikarry]

Okay children, gather around. It's "Spencer Complains and Acts a Little Mad" Time:

I have been raw dogging life for 1 month without my adhd/depression/anxiety/mood stabilizers medication and without a single Therapy appointment

I haven't left my house in 1 month, I haven't spoken to any of my (in person) friends in over 1 month, I haven't seen my family in 1 month, I haven't seen my bloody cat in over 1 month, I've barely left my bloody room in over 1 month, and I've been listening to my bloody voice almost every day for 1 hour so I can finish editing the bloody podcast for over a month

To top it all of: I haven't had a decent night's sleep in about 4 days now (in which I just don't sleep or I have extremely vivid nightmares with my departed mother and/or scenarios where I die over and over and over again but can't speak to ask for help before it happens - fun for all the family, if you ask me) and I might or might not be completely and absolutely going insane, with only Good Omens season 1 (6/6) and season 2 (5/6) and the existence of Crowley/red haired Fire Pokemon David Tennant Edition being my sole producer of any amount of serotonin

How am I alive? Good question. Beautiful genderfluid demonic content can be some very nice very distracting content for individuals that simp for Fire Type David Tennant Pokemon like myself

I am quite sure my only contact with anything mental health related in the past weeks has been my best friend whom is very very annoying and refuses to leave me the heck alone and whom is a nurse and is working extra time to advice my stupid ass the best she can, bless her heart

So, with my personal nurse's permission, I have doubled my sleeping medication for the night and, as Fall Out Boy once wrote for the song "Alone Together" in one of my favorite albums to have ever been created "Save Rock and Roll": I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead

[sophie83540]

👀 Hmm.

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Wait... Is That Sully?? {DRP Summer Camp} Grimhilde and Sally

16. There’s a Monster at your camp window!!!

The camp was a strange place, a stranger place than many she had visited. Stranger still to believe that she would be staying here for any period of time. It was hardly better than the cottage she had been in when she had met Florinda, in some ways it was worse as she was not permitted to sleep alone in her own room. 

As she waited for whatever peon had been selected to share her breathing space, Grimhilde looked out the window and remembered strange dark nights in strange dark woods, walking alone without fear with a knife at her belt and potions in his sleeves and death in her eyes. Between hearts she had owned each piece of earth she walked on, and sometimes she missed that freedom....

...what was that? Grimhilde raised a brow and peered out of the window - almost certain she had seen something moving in the dark. 

raggedy-sally