This cave dweller has no eyes and a ghostly, translucent shell.
I have been working so hard at my job, making cookies and cleaning and trying to show love and support to my coworkers and trying to learn and contribute and keep building my family. I have been journaling my food and alcohol and drug intakes and I’m not happy about a lot of it but it helps to write it down, alongside records of anxieties and patterns and mistakes. I am content to know, right now, without judgement or shame. I think that’s enough, for now.
I think I found the line between fun party girl and pathetic drug addict and I’m about to skateboard down it.
WHEN WILL PEOPLE FUCKING REALIZE THAT
DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA
HOW IMPOSSIBLE IT IS
TO LOOK LIKE THIS???
IT’S 100% FUCKING ILLOGICAL TO EXPECT MEN TO HAVE THIS RIPPED SIX-PACK ABS AND BE SKINNY AND HAVE PERFECT SKIN AND FACIAL COMPLEXION! MEN ALSO EXPERIENCE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE WITH OUR BODIES ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME.
finally someone made this
thank fucking god.
It’s been a hell of a year, an awful time spent lonely and hating myself and bringing the people around me down by being a sad drunk mess. Because I had a bad job, and then no job, then another bad job. How ridiculous, what a waste of time. And it isn’t that simple, because it wasn’t all bad and the bad was truly bad, of course, but it feels ok for me, now, from the other side, to think it’s silly. I had a wonderful partner, a house full of sweet furbabies, caring friends and family, soil and my hands, a bike and my partner’s credit card. It could have been better, but it was awful and now all I can do is fortify and rebuild.