kəm-ˈbəs-tə-bəl
fuck all this fucking shit

To the curious reader that cares: this is not a happy tale.

Everything just climaxed to a halt, like an unstoppable force that abruptly was discontinued. I am unhealthy.

For weeks I’ve been battling ‘case of the mysterious spider bite and resulting rash’. For weeks I’ve been dealing with an on/off fatigue-like daze. For weeks I’ve been stuck wondering why the hell I won’t get better. Medicine hasn’t figured it out, and ‘next best guesses’ haven’t been able to treat it.

Fantastic, let’s call that stressor #1.

For weeks I’ve been battling relapse of strong OCD counting. For weeks I’ve been losing track of every day life in order to spend time counting the most mundane motherfucking bullshit. For weeks I’ve been bothering every single individual about even numbers, multiples of 3, and the number 16. Counting takes up too much time, time I spend counting, of which I lose track and thus time. There’s not enough time to spend wasting counting time.

Excellent, let’s call that stressor #2.

For weeks the coffee bar has been dealing with so much drama and ridiculousness. For weeks I’ve been seeing things culminate to a decision. For weeks I’ve been anticipating that I would soon be taking on these insane responsibilities and hours with no extra increase in technical title or job pay.

Super, let’s call that stressor #3.

For weeks I’ve been hung up on a boy. For weeks I’ve been mistreated, yet treated so well at the same time. For weeks I’ve been the favourite, but not the girlfriend. For weeks I’ve lost so much self-esteem that I count the times I want to cry but obviously won’t.

Dandy, let’s call that stressor #4,

I guess I’ll throw this one out there — school fucking sucks.

Beautiful, stressor #5.

CURVE BALL?

Just stripped my bed and started crying at the prospect of potential bed bugs as informed by Victor. Oh hey, the internet basically showed me that my leg issue is probably an allergic reaction to bed bugs.

And that, kids, is stressor #6.

Which is an even number, a multiple of 3, and fairly related to the number 16.

  1. katsupp said: hang in there, I’m coming soon <3
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