Edwin, coming back from Hell: Is this the real life?
Charles, dying in the corner:
Charles, also a Queen fan: Is this just fantasy?
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the other day I was looking for the Zayn interview from a few years ago where he tells the interviewer he's going to the bathroom and then they look over and are like "oh um he's in the parking lot... oh. aaand he's getting in a car and leaving" and I found it (GQ) but on the way I ran into the interview where Vogue (who run the met gala) are like so did you like the met gala wasn't the met gala fun and he goes off for like 4 paragraphs about how much he disliked it and how it's the epitome of everything he dislikes about being a celebrity and then at the end is like oh wait shit... I mean Gigi was good though, and that was also the interview where he said he'd made his peace with there always being paps in front of his apartment when he realized that instead of doing promo he could just go out his front door for like two minutes and call it done and my point is: I know many of you are new, maybe are just here for Louis, but I need you to know HOW FUCKING FUNNY Zayn is, like genuinely he is SO FUN to follow and I just really recommend, 10/10 celeb entertainment
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Two hours. I got two hours of sleep. I’m so frustrated with myself.
Went to the ER. Everyone was very nice. They gave me an IV bag of fluids (I was dehydrated! Sad cactus!) and a little ativan (teeny dose), which was nice at the time! Just a little amount, but the (mostly) quiet room, fluids, and meds managed to relax me a lot. Could have fallen asleep if the bed was actually comfortable. Then they packed me up, gave me another little Ativan to take home for tonight, and said they’d contact my primary. Cool cool. Got some much needed food on the way home, then took the pill and got comfy. Again, smallest dosage they make, so no feeling too good. Managed to muscle past my anxiety to fall asleep, and… 2 hours. Woke up. Tried to go back to sleep. Too frustrated and anxious and I feel like crap. What should I do? Just eat a whole gummy and hope that knocks me out? For me, that feels like playing roulette. Could work, yeah. Could make me sleepy and pliable. Could also backfire and make me feel sick and extra anxious for another 5 or 6 hours. What do I do? Roll back up to the ER? “Hewwo, I woke up and I need more benzos 👉👈🥺” haha funny, but I’ve seriously been thinking about it 😑
God, I’m miserable. Been sitting outside on the porch for a bit. Not quite an hour. Needed to get out of the apartment, but tbh, nearly 4am outside isn’t doing much for me. I just feel alone. It wouldn’t help with sleeping, per se, but just someone, I dunno, hugging or holding me for a few minutes would honestly save me a little. What a mess. Oh yeah, and apparently my kidneys are going 👎👎👎 down. Bad meat. Not great test results. Not what I’m focusing on tonight. I’m a mess. Anyway, this was my update. Sorry for all the walls of text. Suppose this is mainly for me to look back on in the future, but can’t pretend it’s not at least a little validating to put this all out into the world and knowing that maybe one or two people read this and I didn’t suffer completely without recognition. Yeah…
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Uni has been stressful to say the least and I'm in a constant state of stress and rage at this point (again). That place calling itself a uni is an absolute shitshow and shouldn't be allowed to open for students at all.
I'm gonna be so happy when I'm finally done and have to never go there ever again. Kinda miffed I'll always be associated with them because I'm gonna get my degree from them though. Should've chosen a different uni years ago.
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