Status Updates From Job's Body

I fucking love reading books that make me feel like I'm high. I'm like duuuuude whoooaaahhh over here thinking about how the human body is actually like a bunch of cobaebs inside, just like I dreamed it was when I was a child.

Depressing to be reminded that lack of touch causes all kinds of physical problems. I got xrays and drugs and things instead of hugs and food. Still that way today. Cannot find anyone to physically contact, everyone is rapists, shit sucks

Obsessed with understanding connective tissue. Condemned to solving all my problems myself. I used to have many powers. I probably still have them, but lost touch, literally, with myself and my self. Anyway, here's to hoping I can slough off the leaden mantle of doom and become a magic (old) girl again