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victorian peasant child illness
I HAVE BEEN SICK FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND AND I PULL UP TO SCHOOL WITH A ZIPLOC BAG STUFFED FULL OF COUGH DROPS AND A THERMOS FULL OF CREAM OF MUSHROOM SOUP AND I'M IN ALGEBRA THUS MORNING TRYING NOT TO FALL THE FUCK ASLEEP BECAUSE MY NOSE WONT STOP RUNNING BUT WHEN I TRY TO BLOW IT NOTHING COME OUT AND MY EYES ARE DRY ASF AND I CAN'T EVEN CRY ABOUT IT BECAUSE THAT WOULD BURN πΊπ₯πΊπ₯πΊβοΈπππ€¬π₯πΊπ₯πΊβοΈπΊππ€«π₯π€«π€¬
UGH the whole reason i wrote this fic was for this one very specific aspect and now i donβt even like the one detail that made the fic unique
I actually donβt see a purpose for myself anymore
my life is literally the most fun when Iβm in my room talking to myself