it's been about a week since I stopped taking them and I feel like my disassociative whimsy is coming back hopefully i can lose my mind (good)

hoping the best for you it's been hard out here 💓

doing all your chores on friday to wake, bake, and bedrot

Until you hold me again in this reality, or the cabin in the woods. Whatever be it.

Maybe at the cabin when my flaws are purged from my soul I can be your person again. Your partner.

I love you. I hate you. Goodbye. Until next time.

I love you.

And so I'll say goodbye until next time. Even if I have to wait a lifetime, lifetimes, all time.

I'll say goodbye, and I'll continue to fight, my lonely sigil, my solitary plight. As I always have. For us. For me. Goodbye Taylor, my sun and my stars.

I'll fight and improve myself everyday for us. Because it kept me alive. It kept me moving. It was the fire underneath me.

I choose to fight. I choose to live. Delusional or not, this is harm reduction. The alternative isn't an option. You've shown me that.

I'll keep me alive, regardless of the cost.

I'll imagine her coming back, regardless of it eroding my sanity until I'm a husk.

Because I choose to live.

To you who told me to give up on those dreams, I don't think you realize it's all that's kept me alive. Us alive.

I'll keep fighting for us. Even if it never happens, because it was never assured in the first place.

Nonetheless, fighting for us kept us alive.

Kept me alive.

I choose to live.

And if I have to fight for us to live, in a reality where there is no us, then delusional I'll be.

my strat is just have awkward eye contact across the environment until someone gets the nerve to share snap/disc lmao