book of the dead

p.s. I’m fine. I’m just… no fun to talk to anymore, for anyone. They’re sick of me and I’m sick of me, too. The process of releasing that grief and letting it go back to its ancient burial hole is really excruciating for everyone, lol. It’s an exorcism basically! This blog was originally titled “exorcism” but I changed it (not only because I previously wrote a different thing also called that). okay thanks for reading this notemy computer just asked me, so quiet I almost didn’t notice, if I’d like to update and restart. well, that sounded like a good idea, so I redirected my cursor and said ok. when I was a really little kid I was, like all children my age, nonverbal— so I’d scream and beat my head against the wall. I was so angry and so scared, and I’d seen what screaming looked like, and words, and fists, and all different kinds of conflicts and collisions, scared of accidentally witnessing it, scared of being drawn into it, two people screaming and pulling at a tiny child’s body…