it waits on me to have a minor fuckup and when i do it latches onto me and eats away every bit of resilience i have gathered up, and it will do that over and over again. im tired.
i can journal all i want, seek solace in other hobbies, talk to the people i love and yet i still plan my own death over and over again when i lie down to sleep.
it's not about the kissing, isn't it?
real SA perpetrators and enablers are given grace And protected by their campus, but two consensual individuals doing a non-criminal thing got kicked out and socially sanctioned? publicly shamed? give me a fucking break.
finally finished all 8 seasons of house md. i owe a lot to this show that accompanied me during my long depressive episode wherein i did nothing but watch house and play solitaire for days on end