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@tinyangrygnome
It's never just a drizzle, it will always pour.
I know why I'm sick. There's nothing they can do. I'm just supposed to wait it out.
No thank you! I'm going out from something cool, something interesting, something I get to decide.
Imagine if it was mercury poisoning? Or, or, oleander? You know, like in that book?
I want, I need at least one aspect of me to be memorable.
Dragon’s Rise - Forgotten Realms by Grace Tran
I hope at least some part of existence is proud of me. I left the house today; I went to see a doctor (as that sickness from what I had assumed was the bread had not passed, pretty certain it wasn't the bread now).
They want to run some tests, I suppose that would mean I'll be leaving the house more often...
Yay.
Self sufficiency people! Why buy bread when you can make bread? Why go out to a bakery and talk to people when you can order shipping online and never speak to people again!?
FREEDOM!
I will say though that I'm not sure if it's the bread or not but I am feeling a little bit off.
Also, hard to smell things without a nose... I'm going to assume the rolls smelled fantastic.
We reach a place where even those niggling anxieties can't reach us, surely we all must. I, however, allowed them to swallow me and cut myself off from the world. I've cut my nose off to spite my face, what can you do?
Hidden here for so long that those I'm hiding from have surely stopped looking, but I must leave soon.
I need someone to sew my nose back on, do you call an ambulance for that?
We'll start with the general insecurities of life shall we? Do they really about me the way I talk about them? Do they talk about me at all? Do I enter the mind of those I care about as frequently as they enter mine? The long and short of it is that I don't know, but they it's merely my anxiety that leads me to question these things. However, are they not valid questions?
