freaked out about some stuff so I made some fudge. as one does. first time using condensed milk + the microwave; we’ll see how it turns out.
I just…do not like this timeline. at all. I don’t belong in it, it’s breaking my heart a little more every day, it’s horrible and savage and fucked-up and just poisonous. living in it is like breathing in noxious fumes every day. I keep trying to remember that there’s wonder and beauty and magic(k) in this place, but it’s so damn hard. it’s difficult to breathe and difficult to live and just…difficult.
these are difficult times. it seems like such a weak word for what’ s going on, both on a interpersonal and intrapersonal, micro and macro level, but that’s what it is. it’s difficult. or, well, perhaps Difficult. there’s a capital there; you can hear it. all heavy.