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[miauw62]

yeah, fuck valentines day

at least it's on a sunday instead of a weekday

[Shook]

uhh

Isn't it saturday tomorrow, if we discount the whole post-midnight thing? :v (but yeah srs talk though, i wish you guys luck with your love-related sads, i can see how Valentine's Day would just be The Saltening for you)

@Truean: Good lord, that sounds like some grade A bullshit. I hope they somehow catch the dreaded Common Sense Syndrome, because they need it.

@Shook, miauw: *applies (platonic) hugs*

<3

Spoiler: sickness rambling (click to show/hide)

Can't recommend physical contact at the moment (i am probably contagious enough to infect people who glance in my general direction), but e-hugs are totally fine and very welcome. This would be the end of the third day of near-constant coughing, with the longest break lasting maybe 5-10 minutes, if i am to be generous. Also, my bowels have decided to kind of join in on the fun, because they're a bit uncomfortable, and my esophagus has been like a nice foamy saliva-filled sausage for much of the day. The latter is not new for me (experience does have its merits, i s'pose), but it's not exactly making it easier to keep my spirits high when paired with everything else. That, and it gets in the way of my fucking burps i mean fuck. Imagine this: You have to belch. Now imagine this: When you try to belch, the gas bubble picks up a hitch hiking glob of more or less acidic saliva, and you can't just blast it all out because of biological reflexes. Therefore, you may end up having to go around with a belch in your belly for up to four hours, and if you're unlucky, it'll taste like vomit when it finally gets up. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired (WORD PLAY, HUZZAH), but eh, being salty about it isn't going to make the virus go away faster. ¯\(°_o)/¯

also my nose has bled five times today with one of them being completely unprovoked

i need to have a serious talk with my blood one of these days because my red blood cells aren't birds that are supposed to jump out of their nest

At least i have ENORMOUS experience with nose bleeding, so i'm actually the one who has to calm down the people around me, since THEY tend to get worried and/or freak out when i start bleeding out of nowhere. By now, my reaction has dulled down to an exhasperated sigh with a quick scramble for the nearest tissue paper, mostly because bloodstains can get horribly ingrained in certain materials. Cloth is rarely a problem, but these stains are NOT going anywhere. I guess the obvious solution is to bleed all over the ENTIRE FLOOR so it has the same colour. :v

and now to pretend that i can fall asleep tonight

[Kot]

It's actually worse, especially how it's end of two week winter-break period here so for some people it was like two week long Valentines day.
Just... argh.

[TD1]

I met my Great Aunt maybe two times before she got cancer, and once after that. On all three times she was very nice, and I genuinely liked her. We hadn't met much because of an old family row I didn't even know of until maybe last year, but that they were patching up. The doctors said good things about the treatment, and it went well. But then it came back, and I've now visited her three times in her house while she lies in her bed with barely any flesh on her, she refuses to eat and is almost literally wasting away. She'd always try to speak to us, and even smiled and spoke to me even though it was very hard to hear her speak. Today they thought she had stopped breathing, but she improved a bit. Now her breathing is very raspy and she won't wake up. So I'm lying in my bed while someone is dying, and earlier I didn't even really think about it but it's hitting home now and I just wish I'd know her better before all this, because she is a really nice person who always asked after me and seemed to care.

[hops]

You would think I wouldn't feel shitty about V-Day, but now I feel guilty that I have someone to enjoy V-Day with.

Siiiigh. Maybe it's time I start learning matchmaking from my mom. People need to be more open about dates. Dates are delicious when sun-dried. Wait.

[Spehss _]

Apparently Eddy Wally died 6 days ago. RIP wow man.

[Bauglir]

Maybe it's time I start learning matchmaking from my mom. People need to be more open about dates. Dates are delicious when sun-dried. Wait.

I mean, okay, but where are you going to get enough phosphorous?

[Yoink]

I'm Sad that y'all are still thinking of tomorrow as Valentines Day, when it is in fact Free Taco Day.

Spoiler: Spoilered for not-Sads (click to show/hide)

For once I'm actually quite looking forward to the 14th of Febuary. Gonna drink way too much Tequila, beer and bloody marys whilst stuffing my face with (hopefully) delicious vegetarian tacos, all in the company of at least a few friends.

I think you guys should make tacos tomorrow, wherever you are. You can be at Free Taco Day in spirit!   

[miauw62]

You would think I wouldn't feel shitty about V-Day, but now I feel guilty that I have someone to enjoy V-Day with.

Siiiigh. Maybe it's time I start learning matchmaking from my mom. People need to be more open about dates. Dates are delicious when sun-dried. Wait.

don't feel guilty man, this isn't really anybody's fault.

[TD1]

I met my Great Aunt maybe two times before she got cancer, and once after that. On all three times she was very nice, and I genuinely liked her. We hadn't met much because of an old family row I didn't even know of until maybe last year, but that they were patching up. The doctors said good things about the treatment, and it went well. But then it came back, and I've now visited her three times in her house while she lies in her bed with barely any flesh on her, she refuses to eat and is almost literally wasting away. She'd always try to speak to us, and even smiled and spoke to me even though it was very hard to hear her speak. Today they thought she had stopped breathing, but she improved a bit. Now her breathing is very raspy and she won't wake up. So I'm lying in my bed while someone is dying, and earlier I didn't even really think about it but it's hitting home now and I just wish I'd know her better before all this, because she is a really nice person who always asked after me and seemed to care.

She's dead.

[Helgoland]

My condolences. How are you holding up?

[Kot]

I want, I must contact her so bloody hard, I can't even think, but...
No.
That's an bad idea.

I guess I should say something supportive or something but I can't even bring myself to do that.

[Rolan7]

I just woke up from the most unsubtle nightmare...  I dared visit my hometown again, just for a couple nights, but then highway patrol pulled me over at the very last minute (conveniently) and declared my car illegal to drive.  Trapping me in my hometown.  How heavy handed is that?

Well yeah it wasn't a dream at all.  Completely my fault, but still.

(I *tried* to get my car inspected mid December but the state computers vaguely said "too early".  It expired Feb 1.  I guess the window was probably January!  And I forgot because I was freaking out *hard* over family stuff for most of it.)

[TheBiggerFish]

...

*hugs everybody, especially Cinder, Th4DwArfY1, Rolan7, and Truean.*

[chaotic skies]

My girlfriend's cousin has had some terrible, terrible things done to her by her brother. I won't go into details, but it's not good. She has openly admitted she has a crush on me (Goddamnit...), and it's not helping anything. She's repeatedly asked my what I would do if she started cutting herself, overdosed on pills, jumped off a building, etc. On top of this, all the "friends" I've had in the past few years have started being angry at me for not hanging out with them, when they told me to go away and not come back. Fucking hipocrits...Anyway. Language arts is requiring us to write poems for a book of our choice, and I don't see the point. We also have to write a small book about ourselves and our pasts, which is difficult for me, considering I told counsiling will be useless for me, as I told the couneslor nothing of importance. This also brings up the bad memories of things like sudden, life-threatening seizures, people dying, being attacked, and a few other things. On top of this pile of shit, I keep realizing half of what I say is a lie, but I'm not sure what specifically is a lie. GF seems to be annoyed with me, and I'm kind of scared to ask. Oh, and I disappoint myself almost every time I do anything.

And that's just what I'll openly admit on the internet.