windreader 😟sad

oh shit i'm withering away

I think I'm allergic
Oh SHIT
I think I'm allergic
OH SHIT
I think I'm allergic
OH SHIT
I think I'm allergic

I'm going to fix this somehow
Yes, fix, that's good
So far my only idea is desensitization shots
(that will be fun)

ohshitIthinkI'mallergic
ohshitIthinkI'mallergic
and the obvious solution which any sane doctor would suggest is to eliminate exposure to the allergen
and I think, when I'm being very very honest, that I could
but I also think that for a time it would absolutely break my heart
I can think of all the things that would be easier if I gave them up
but I don't want to
I could try to convince myself let it go, let it go
I'd cling to denial if it didn't make me feel so filthy-rotten-horrible
But I don't want to


Also, I need to talk to my roommate about me moving, but I can't work up the nerve. This is so odd, so absurd. I know that if William asked she would almost certainly say yes to marriage, so is it too big a thing for her to move back in with him? He's the one who, rather absurdly, got cold feet about breaking up with her, so I doubt there would be any reluctance on his part. Shit but I'm scared of upsetting anyone, leaving anyone in a jam... I wish I wasn't so afraid of manipulating the situation to my own advantage. I need to move away from here. I'd like to move back to Vashon. I'd like to have a life again. But mostly, I want to stop withering away.