24. Christian. Chronically ill. Chronically sassy. Idiot Savant. Punk Rock Goddess. Secret badass. Chronic dreamer.
This is an open, and honest look. Into the diary of spoonie. Making sure that I document all the unpleasant; and at times tragic, humorous, ironic, painful, numbing, maddening, and beautiful moments. That happen in my life, while dealing with Chronic Illness. My hope is that, this will be the memoirs of my journey to health; happiness, and a majestically-ridiculous existence. Because when I get there, I want to be able to look back at how far I've come. And hopefully help someone like me, feel a little less alone in their spoonie lives, by visiting The Spoonie Kingdom.
So... It will be either that, or an uncomfortable, confusing, mood swing laced, and moderately disturbing blog. Where I chronicle my journey to the nut house, with a padded room, with my name on it. Either way, this should be fun.
Welcome To The Spoonie Kingdom♔
Enjoy your stay.
You know what I don’t like anymore? Emo boys. I used to have a mild obsession/infatuation with them. I’m not sure if they’ve always been this way, or have like “evolved”. But I’m over it… it’s like talking to a 15 year old Japanese girl. Like all the emoji’s just makes me want to punch you. You’re also not a princess, and I’m never wearing cat ears.
I feel like a need to preform an exorcism on your manhood.
Lifting weights, does not make you a man. Just a super buff woman. Stop.
Post shit, but no one cares! Writing things, but no one cares. No one caressssssssssssss! Only like 5 people actual read my posts! Bloop a dee bloop bloop bloop *fart noise*
Why I don’t take my medicine… is part I can’t remember… and part I don’t think it does any good, so why bother?
Anyone else go through this? Like a synthroid hissy fit. I guess I better start trying a little harder to take my medicine. I deserve the chance to see if it helps.
I’ve got to get out of this sink hole I’m in.
I’m fat, lonely, tired, can’t sleep, sad… and I don’t ever feel good.
I’m so tired of all this.