Ryuimoogi

When the very core source of will, energy, [REDACTED], and [REDACTED] is torn away from you, you are steadily depleted of all of those things until you feel like an empty husk
          
          ......... You can ask that one character about that, I swear it's not me 

Aaand my vertigo is back. Great. 

I don't want to owe anyone anything, especially when I can't return the favor....

You know one of the things I hate the most about this virus, aside from the virus itself? Panic. I don't know why, but it always pissed me off seeing and hearing people freaking out. Yes, their reason for panicking is very valid, I'm highly aware, it's a life threatening, microscopic, problem, but panicked behavior really ticks me off for some unknown reason. 
          
          Don't even get me started on panicking crowds, my hatred for panicked behavior mixed with my hatred of being close to large amounts of people...  It makes me want to lash out.

Once upon a time, when I was 12 and straight, I never thought about yaoi/yuri ships
          
          And now here I am, 15 and bi, and grinning at cute BL art of Vale & Valir and shipping Zylith with Verose
          Icanfeelmyfamilytryingtodiscernthecauseofmyrandomgrinninghelp

I do alot of things by accident.
          I found a secret area in a game by accident, did a cool move by accident, triggered a hack-like glitch by accident, DREW A MILD AHEGAO FACE BY ACCIDENT...

Everything drifts apart,
          Everything fades away,
          Everything comes to an end
          
          Your closest friend group,
          Your motivation,
          Your love for someone,
          Your very existence,
          The world,
          The universe,
          Nothing is eternal
          Nothing is spared
          
          This may sound like edgy teenager shit, but I'm just being realistic
          
          My groups slowly but surely drifted apart, and now what remains of them are distant
          A specific someone gave gifts to someone else on that specific day in February
          I'm forced to stay away from my old cat buddy (she's a stray, but she liked to chill at our place) because of this crappy Corona virus shiz
          I've been feeling hollow, my drive to do what used to be my thing is wavering
          
          Damnit

I low-key believe that when something really good happens, something terrible follows, and vice versa
          But where is my "something really good"?

Everyone here is acting a hundred times more stupid than they usually are today

Early morning thought: Life is the real horror movie, it doesn't have cliches.