Perks of being a dying sickling:
- I have discovered endless amounts of weird, amazing netflix movies
- The perfect excuse to not hang out with people
- Sobriety gave me cognitive function back & now I have all the time in the world to read my books
- Reflection
- Getting my shit together (yay for school!)
- Me and my cats relationship has never been stronger
- The availability to intricately analyze my dreams
- I found my Sims
- Everyday I get to spend at the beach
- I’ve finally learned how to make tofu dogs and traditional chai tea (not to be consumed together)
- I replaced my broken sewing machine with a fancy, functioning one so I can rehash all of my half finished projects
«Silver linings to this medical bullshit»
when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that i can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s better and involves me
