“Blew a .15 mana on the breathalyzer at the necromancy checkpoint and the guardsman demanded to search my carriage for skeletons. Needless to say I went for his crossbow”
I am happy, I’m at peace, I have everything I could want and yet I still dream. But that person isn’t here and never will be again. It’s a bittersweet melancholy. I still get to see you, smell you, hear you. But I’ll always wake up
Being depressed is so crazy bc what do you mean I feel like it wouldn’t matter if I just laid down and died? All bc I haven’t seen the sun in months?? DRAMATIC for WHAT 🙄😭