I can't believe Im miserable about not being this.
I used to be, can be, a cute funny dork, but I don't know what is holding me bavk now?
This used to be me, what happened to me?
I had too many people attempt to take descreet photos of me without my permission today. I caught one before he could actually rake a picture, and used my handfan to block my Face and Bust.
Now I want a handfan inspired by Vision Video that says "Front Towards Enemy (I Do Not Consent)" to use as a shield to hide from these "photographers."
Why is a spot in my side shaking like it has a vibrator in it? Just one spot near my left ribs, nowhere else. Doesn't feel like an organ, but IDK.
Love all these shitty scary aches and pains and racing heart symptoms because I don't know what any of it means and I'm too worried a Dr will just pile on more possible illnesses.
Like, why can't it *just* be that I have cysts, why does it *have* to *also* be more than that?
May this serve as my legal Will. I Authorize my tombstone/urn to bear the description "Aundrea, Never Heard, Rarely Listened To" to be etched upon my final resting vessel.
The horrors of an aging body persist, but so must I.
"I'm so Goth, I exhale black mold. So the sooner shall this body be made to dust than I shall finally be at peace."