fellas is it gay to pretend you’re just a tiny country mouse living in a hollowed-out oak tree making little soups and elixirs from the herbs you’ve found around the farm?
I’m so overwhelmed. I have weekly physical therapy, weekly acupuncture, one a month mental health apts, trying to find a time to go to the dentist. Being full time mom mode, trying to doordash to make money when I can. My house is trashed and I need to brush my hair and shower🥲
I feel soul crushing sadness anytime I think about how casually and often my group of friends used to spend together, and now I’m lucky if I see the majority of them once a month or even once every three months.