little parts of my computer keep quitting on me and I’m getting scared. I’m having an upsurge of bad memories from losing Atlantis and the hell that ensued afterward. I can’t afford a new computer. I can’t afford a new T-shirt let alone a new computer. I…

no

I’m probably overreacting but :c

if you were forced to run ahead of a train for years while someone systematically removed your limbs, and other people drove beside you yelling “come on, it’s not that difficult to keep going! stop being selfish!” wouldn’t you eventually think about just stopping and letting the train run you over? Especially if you hate trains?

getting through the next day is going to be…fun
and then the next week
I’m tryinnnng to focus on the positives (I get to see my kitty, I get to retrieve some of my stuff, Avengers when I get back) but I’m still right on the edge of freaking out.

for anyone who caught the anxiety-fueled readmore I posted earlier and deleted, I am feeling slightly better after putting on headphones and listening to classic rock all day. I still panic a little when I think farther ahead than an hour, but I’m not on the verge of crying anymore, so this is progress?