It is gonna hurt like hell to go to that concert hahaha

Gallifrey is next week and that is gonna hurt real fucking bad too

I’ve dropped so many things I love because of this, but some things I won’t be parted with.

I keep telling myself that at least I can still paint. I would be weeping far more often if I could walk but not make art, I think? I would have lost more of my sense of self if that had happened.

I’m still fucking SUFFERING, can’t stress that enough. I’m in agony and it does not feel worth continuing Every Single Day.

But I use things like ‘concert from my favorite band’, 'beloved convention I’ve attended for over a decade’, 'chaotic European song contest’ and Onyx to continue. To make sure there’s one more day to contemplate in, at least.