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 My dog's sleeping next to me. I love her so much. God, I can't even put it into words.

Two days ago, I went to the library to pick up some Wilde and found out that I had a fine over forty dollars. Fuck my stupid library life. Lolz. It was enough distress to legitimately send me into a meltdown. So. Anyways, I have been thoroughly enjoying the Wilde I picked up. Dorian Gray. I've found things I didn't know how to put into words within that book. It's astonishing. Oscar Wilde continues to infatuate me.

I was at DND last night, and unfortunately, it was one of those sessions where I felt more excluded than included. This is the first campaign I've played with this group, and they've played a couple before I came here. They all know each other well and talk amongst themselves while I sit in the middle of them staring at the lightbulbs. At least the lights are pretty.

I can't shake the feeling that I'm nearing the start of the end of something. My recovery? My family? My life? I suppose I really couldn't say yet.

I have fixed the technical difficulties I needed to fix to ensure that my flip phone is working splendidly. I still have my smartphone and I'm still using it around the house for things like reading fanfiction, scrolling Tumblr, watching Youtube. I'm disappointed in the ill control I have over myself, but in all fairness, my father has been home from work the past four days and it's hard for me to be around the house when he's home.

Coming home from DND last night, an hour and half drive (ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )), there were two terrible car accidents only around thirty minutes of each other. The first one was so recent there were no first responders there, and I could see the panic and agony in the man's face. I believe there might have been injured or trapped people in the other car. Definitely put me off driving for a little bit. God.

I'm left alone today and I feel odd. I don't know why. Maybe it's the ending dilemma, maybe it's Oscar Wilde. Hell, maybe it's Madonna. That fucking bitch. Much love! (づᴗ_ᴗ)づ♡
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 I have energy this morning. Thank god.

I find myself drifting nearer and nearer to devoting most of my care to politics. There aren't many people in my life, and I don't do important work. I have strong morals and strong beliefs; they could get stronger. It's something to care about, something worth it to devote my life to, to equality and justice and revolution. Maybe that's something I'll explore more as time goes on.

I'm getting tired of the dance I live in. Therapy and therapy and doctors. Avoiding questions from my family. Avoiding questions from everyone. Disinterest in my entire life. I don't just want to break the cycle; I want to kill it with my own two hands. I'll work on it. I guess.

In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote about my brother.

The most important person in history
is my Brother.
Not Shakespeare or Stanislav
Petrov or George Washington.
It's my Brother
and I think if you knew him
you would say the same thing.

When he cries I
cry
When he's angry I'm
angry
When he's happy I'm
happy.
My father, my
brother, my best friend.

My brother is the most important
person in the world,
in history.

Good things don't learn from themselves; each day we crawl out of Hell! (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ Much love!
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 Can I sleep in your house tonight?

I fear that I've found myself so tired these days I can hardly bring myself to do anything. I sleep for hours and hours, and I would say that I wake up maybe even more tired. Everything is disinteresting to me; I don't want to do anything, and I won't. Add to that, there's the fear of being surveilled. My father is home today. Everything I do is a performance.

I've been reading up a bit on Oscar Wilde and Bram Stoker. Interesting people in history, in queer history as well. I've never read Dracula, and I hate to say this, but I don't think I ever will. Classics tend to bore me, though I did enjoy Rebecca by Maurier. I wish I had the will and energy to do anything these days. But I don't. So it goes.

I suppose I did write a little yesterday. I wrote a poem about my exhaustion and took a blase tone inspired by some of the Foyle Young Poets award winners. 

When I was little I had
            short brown hair
that fell just to my chin.
I was full of
           energy and light.
I'm tired now.
And I've been
           tired
for so long.
How many milligrams
of this should I take

to have the energy to 
           take it in the first place
I didn't think I would
           feel like this.
I didn't think I wouldn't
           want anything at all.

It's a rather dreary day and I can only assume I will do very little. Much love! ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა
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 A painful sense of being lost struck me today. I suppose I'm in yet another transitory period in my life. Though, I've heard that's all teenage years. Maybe I'll break out of the cycle and gain a sense of stability, but it just seems bleak. Stability in the environment I'm currently living in isn't my dream, not that I have any to begin with.

I think it's important to differentiate goals from wants. Goals for me are things like getting my driver's license, writing more, reading more, being happy. A want would be finishing high school earlier, stability, community. Wants are guaranteed, and of course, goals aren't either, but they're things I'm going to work towards. I'm doing fuck all for my wants. 

It's hard for me to find comfort or distraction these days. I find myself placidly disinterested in most of the things I supposedly love. I'm under the impression it's more seasonal chronic illness flare ups than seasonal depression but the latter tends to be a product of the former anyway. All that being said, I do actually love winter. There's something about the blandness everywhere. The sky isn't blue, there aren't any clouds, the trees are bare. It's pretty. It feels a bit like me. 

God, what I am even doing these days? I don't even know. I'm meeting with my PDA (pathological demand avoidance---not public displays of affection XD) counselor today to work out some plans for my homeschooling. My parents are going to hate it. It's going to work out better for me than my current school situation, and I will actually be learning, but I'll still feel the same way I do, I presume. It's hard to imagine that any change in my routine would make me feel less apathetic and exhausted all the time.

In the meantime, I plan to keep girlqueening on, I guess. I have season one through six of Supernatural on DVD, and I've been going through that. It's a lot of fun, especially considering that this is my first SPN rewatch (woohoo!). I really want to spend a whole day binge-watching Marble Hornets. I was really into Marble Hornets a year and half ago, and I've already seen it two times. If I'm being completely honest, I barely remember the plot or anything, but I've been beta-reading a piece of fanfiction relating to it and it's bringing back a lot of those memories. I'm also (attempting) to watch the Teen Wolf TV show. I put it as one of my interests even though I'm barely done with season one. Unfortunately, it's not very good and it's boring as all let out. I'm going to try to finish it anyway. I'm also interested in rewatching NBC Hannibal, even though I've only recently finished it. What can I say, it's some good TV.

Bit disconcerting that my entire life is essentially revolving around television right now, so I guess I'll talk about some reading goals briefly? I'd really like to do my annual reread of The Raven Cycle, and maybe even start in on The Dreamer Trilogy as well. Watching Hannibal has shifted my interest towards reading those books, too, something I tried doing a few years back but stopped in a fit of boredom. Who knows, maybe second time's the charm? I should really get back into reading because as I'm getting into all this more and more books just keep flying to mind. Sigh.

Hopefully it'll be easier to get things done now that I've taken the first step towards getting rid of my smartphone. I got a Nokia flip phone and I like it! I'm experiencing some mild technical difficulties, but besides all that it's going great. Unfortunately, I do still need my smartphone to do some basic stuff before I can a) switch it all over to my computer or b) get it working on my flip. I'll keep some updates in here.

I've been thinking more about getting back into writing poetry and linguistics. I'm not sure though. In the past few months, every tiny thing has just been so much, and I don't think that with all I have going on right now, I would be able to actually enjoy anything. Whatever.

Still figuring out the ropes of Dream Width! I'm really enjoying being on the platform so far though! (..◜ᴗ◝..)

Much love! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
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Within every happy moment I have there is an astounding melancholy. Why? Within every word I speak there is less meaning and more insinuation. Why? Why does anyone do any of the things they do; why do I feel anything at all.

Any which way, I had a very successful DND session last name. My character, Jif /ʒif/, is a dwarven bard, and I had some extremely entertaining roleplay with a businessman orc named Fred who I was, apparently, in a Thieves' Guild with and am indebted to save his life. The joys of DND.

As winter draws nearer, I find a lot of my Hashimoto's symptoms only worsen. I am constantly cold and can barely find the strength to do any simple tasks. Problems with school and miscommunication between myself and forms of authority persist. A shame, really. At least at the end of the day, I can still be a fangirl.
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