won't bore you with details, but this apartment is nigh unrecognizable compared to 1-2 years ago. lockdown especially was a big motivator — once that started, I put together an office area for myself literally overnight. then I kept upgrading it. I made it my own.
suddenly the apartment wasn't so dreary looking, and I felt like I could actually take steps to make it nicer.
so I did. and then, for the first time ever, I was picking new furniture based on *aesthetics* rather than just utility. I put together a place I'm proud to show off.
yellow lights all throughout. I *hate* warm white light. it fills me with dread. I don't know why.
changing the lights was the first major step on my path to feeling better. I got off my ass, I swapped them for daylight bulbs, and suddenly I felt... in control of my own life.
a few months after the breakup. not that I couldn't take care of it myself, but it carried this strange, heavy symbolism that was hard to shake.
and I hated the place. old, ugly furniture, everything haphazardly arranged, didn't even have a place to work, no desk or anything.
and then it was just me. everything I had to do with no help, such as cleaning, carried a psychological weight in addition to the added manual labor. everything kept screaming at me "you're alone, you're alone, you're alone!" I broke down crying when I had a mouse problem
the anxiety came from a few different places. after I'd gotten out of a long-term relationship with a live-in boyfriend, I was suddenly living truly alone for the very first time in my life. first it was my mom, then roommates, then roommates + boyfriend, then just boyfriend.
finally a gender binary I'm down with
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RT @MishimaKitan
TODAY, in gender drop down options:
https://twitter.com/MishimaKitan/status/1365678897677955072
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RT @Logo_Daedalus
I miss when America could produce a show like Wondershowzen
https://twitter.com/Logo_Daedalus/status/1366101169119113219
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RT @dril_gpt2
all people want to do is get fucked up in the head and think the sun is real and jesus christ the sun is real
https://twitter.com/dril_gpt2/status/1366040522377297924
hope y'all are HAPPY about bullying MR. POTATO HEAD
unapologetic. hard to kill. feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy.