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very private, i don’t live for attention.
Dear lord I just spent 8 hours trying to fall asleep, I spent all the time I had ON TRYING TO SLEEP BUT IT WAS TO NO AVAIL
I think I must have hit a point where no one can deny that I have a sleeping disorder ( MY MOM STILL DOESN’T BELIEVE ME! IT TAKES HOURS FOR ME TO FALL ASLEEP AND SHE BLAMES ME , SAYING I’D JUST BE STUPID T-T )
I’m my own ex-boyfriend.
DO NOT QUESTION ME OR THE THINGS I DO IN PRIVATE!
this is a thing between me and @cncawyea you wouldn’t understand-
Small circle, private life, peaceful mind.
saw someone on pinterest say that the cottage is literally the glass closet they are in
Súper random comment to make at 7:34 pm after a 3 hour long nap — but Optimo Lynx reminds me of Holly May very passively ngl--
this is gonna be a private post so skip if you don’t feel like reading a bit of drama. yesterday my bathroom flooded. and when I say “flooded” I mean the whole ceiling was a shower. my living situation is a bit strange as I live in a former shop, my bathroom is in the hallway, half a level to the first floor. the house is a bit strange, from the 50s, so the bathroom has its own roof. which was flooded because the climate catastrophe switched gears and after two years of draught we got the wettest summer in the history of weather records in germany. anyway, so the bathroom flooded, waterfall down the stairs into my kitchen, plank floor. luckily one of my besties was visiting me that day, as it was my free day coincidentally, in the middle of the week, and she has a car. so, without her I would have probably died crying at the bottom of the stairs after i fell down said stairs, bruising my elbow and my tailbone. she has been my rock. my lift to the hardware store to buy pool liner and 90L construction waste containers. with her I managed to steer the water into the bathtub, keeping it from flooding the hallway. i smoked I don’t know how many cigarettes with her that day even though I stopped smoking on NYE... today I went to work, rusty rainwater in my hair, no shower and all. it kept me from thinking about the shape of water situation in my bathroom. didn’t even get a sexy fishman with the package. :( before i went to work the roofer fixed stuff, my landlord was actually acting compassionate on the phone and my lovely neighbour returned from her holiday and I was able to take a real shower in her flat and wash my hair for the first time in a week. I feel like crying. I feel like laughing. I feel so grateful. For the lovely, amazing people in my life. and I just felt like writing all that down. thank you for reading. or skipping. I honestly don’t care. this post was about me getting this stuff off my chest.
Everything’s gonna be alright. Somehow.