#wessel

[autismandblackpowder]

Rachel my silly 💔💔

My little lady. This is before she met her current friends (she was miserable) - 🫀

[wessel-surgeon]

I wish I was a better surgeon. People don’t see me as a medic anymore, just someone to be feared. I don’t want to be feared. I was to help mend people but all I seem to do is break.

[wessel-surgeon]

Sometimes I find myself unsure as to who I am. I know who I am. I am Wessel. I am a surgeon. I am twenty eight years old. Yet everyday I feel less my own person and more an amalgam of everything wrong with myself and what I idolize of others. Odd.

[wessel-surgeon]

I have felt a fear today I do not think I have known.

[wessel-surgeon]

I need to learn to be a better friend. A better everything, really.

[wessel-surgeon]

I am hungry. Incredibly hungry. Obscenely hungry in fact. Perhaps I should take a walk.

[wessel-surgeon]

It’s getting dark out. The eyes will come soon. I should head to my tent.

[wessel-surgeon]

Do you think he ever has to worry about the snail battlefield? The snattlefield? I’d hope not. He seems like a kind fellow.