today is my last day of this trip visiting my mom in california. she's been taking edibles every day for the past couple weeks to help her with her pain, but she hasn't gotten concerningly high until today. i think she was feeling really sad that i'm leaving tomorrow, and she wanted to make our last day special by pushing herself to go out to eat with me. she said she was doing all the tricks she could to get her pain under control so we could have one more outing together. i didn't realize this included taking an edible while she was getting ready to leave. she wore a frilly white button down blouse, a black blazer, and black embroidered leggings, with brown ankle boots and a betsy johnson pearl charm necklace. her hair was in two pigtails. she looked so cute. the ride there was nice. we listened to sza and i recapped how nice this visit has been, talking about all the things we were able to do together that i didn't think we'd have the opportunity to do again. i was hopeful that this would be another thing to put on that list. halfway through the meal she started looking like she was dozing off, and i was wondering if she was high, but i knew if she'd been high when we left she wouldn't have wanted to go out so i pushed the thought aside. her eyes were closing and she stopped speaking, so i started getting worried and asked if she was tired. that's when she confessed that she was stoned, and honestly she was acting pretty scare. definitely not the most fucked up i've seen her, like she wasn't raging or anything, just very drowsy looking, so i hurriedly requested the check and pulled the car around to take her home. as i was driving home, i kept looking over at her nodding off in the passenger seat, and it honestly broke my heart. on one hand i was frustrated. like why does she always go overboard on my last day? it always feels like a subconscious (or maybe semi-conscious) effort to keep me from leaving. i would've been happier staying in bed watching buccaneers with her than having an outing where she was too high to communicate, let alone stand up or keep her eyes open. as we pulled into the driveway, she started heaving, and i stopped the car so she could throw up if she needed to. she kinda sat there half squatting, sorta inside and sorta outside the car with her eyes closed, kinda waiting for the nausea to take over again, and i just felt so sad for her. she isn't trying to ruin our time together. she is trying to make each day as bearable as possible, and it seems the more effort she puts in, the worse things get.
i have done a good job convincing myself these past few days that the doctors are wrong. there's no way she's dying. she couldn't be when she still has so much energy in life in her. but when i see her like this, i begin to visualize what it will be like to lose her again. she's getting a pet scan next month to see if these injections she's getting are managing to keep the cancer under control or not, and honestly i'm terrified. she said her usual stuff today about how she wished i could stay longer or return sooner because i probably won't be back until thanksgiving, and on the drive to the restaurant i was feeling pretty hopeful. i was actually thinking about if there was a way that i could come back to see her sooner. i want to make the most of the time we have left while she is still somewhat mobile, but at the same time, i do really need a break. she's the only person i've really been spending time with lately, and staying with her too long pulls me away, mentally and emotionally, from the life i have at home. i miss my husband. i miss my friends. but when i'm here i feel such a strong sense of devotion to her that i am tempted to abandon it all to make her happy. i know she doesn't have anyone she really loves in this world but me. i bring a level of meaning to her life that i won't even be able to understand until i'm a mother.
at the same time, i still have to turn my head from the sorrow for long enough to feel the sun sometimes. i still deserve to be the main character of my own life sometimes. i'm allowed to want things too. and the things i want are allowed to be different than the things she wants. as grateful as i am for (and a tiny bit traumatized by) the moments we've shared these past 2 weeks, i am really looking forward to being in my own home again. i need a deep whiff of saffron's fur to take the edge off.
i'm feeling really happy today because i was able to get my mom out of the house. we went to world market together because i made her these soups from mixes i got there, and she really liked them, so i was able to convince her that she had to come with me to see the other flavors. it's always a pleasant surprise when i am able to coax her out of the house, but this time was really special to me. it reminded me of when we used to browse through aisles and aisles at various food stores - the asian supermarket, bougie boutique grocers, and farmer's market produce shops. 3 months ago i was convinced that her illness would only get progressively worse and that the days of making new happy memories with her were over, but today i felt so grateful to realize that she still has life to live, and we still can make those memories together. they might not be the same as they were when she was healthy (i'm taking care of her, carrying things, packing up her walker, and driving her instead of her looking after me), but this is still part of our story as mother and daughter. she has proved to me over the past 2 weeks that she still has the desire to live, and more importantly, she has found hope again. i've found hope again too. these past couple days i've started to see potential of things we can do together again and not just heartbreak that i'm going to lose her. i really believe she is going to outlive the doctor's predictions. she's so precious to me, and i just love her so fucking much. i get so much joy from seeing her happy. the way she giggled at different products we saw at the store was just too cute! i feel like my dad is my guardian angel or something, looking out for me. he's still here, making sure that despite how challenging life can be, i can find as much beauty and ease in the troubles of life and death as possible given the circumstances.
i also got to get dinner with my friend today. i was nervous about if i would be able to go, or if i'd feel too guilty leaving my mom, but it ended up being fine, and i had a nice time catching up with my friend. one annoying thing that happened today was i got a weird long af text from my aunt explaining to me my stepmother's intentions and why i should forgive her. it felt weird and passive aggressive to me... it was so out of the blue because we haven't communicated in a couple weeks, and she brought my mom into the topic, which seemed very irrelevant. even though she said several things that i didn't agree with and that made me pretty annoyed/anxious, i decided not to engage in debate and just explained that i was happy with the state of my relationship with my stepmom and that she didn't need to worry about making things "right" between us. i do feel empathy for my stepmom, and i know i wasn't the most compassionate in our last communication with each other, but i'm trying to accept that i don't need to have a good relationship with everyone. i am, unfortunately, a people pleaser, so this is a challenge for me, but as time passes, i realize that it is ok for not everyone to like me. it is also ok for me not to like certain people. i accept and love myself for who i am, and my worth is determined by me (and my mom low key... hi mommy issues... lol... just kidding.... kind of). anyways i still get a very anxious feeling in my chest when i am confronted about something or have to deal with people that i have issues with, but i am getting better at managing it. i know my intentions are good, and that's what actually matters.
oh i've also been learning more about fragrances lately. this trip, i brought my sample of autumn vibes (replica by maison margiela), and i have been addicted. it has such a earthy, peppery flavor. i love the scent so much. i spray it on my wrists after i shower, and sniff them throughout the day. it's such a warm and cozy fall scent; it really makes me feel comforted when i smell it. i wanna start learning more about different fragrances. it's so wonderfully magical to me how different scents can totally transport you to a different time, place, or memory. the psychological effects of smell are amazing. i know i like androgynous scents more than traditionally feminine ones. i reviewed my mom's perfume collection on an app, and her perfumes are all very floral. i don't know what it is, but i just find woody notes so much more addictive. i have some odette parfum samples coming in the mail soon, which i'm really excited about. definitely more on the femme side, but when i discovered the kitten fur note on pas de chat, i knew i wanted to sample the whole collection. if you're reading this, tell me, what are your favorite scents or fragrance notes? this interest is very new to me, so i still have a lot to learn!
i had such a weird dream last night that meta launched a new AI feature on instagram that allowed you to taste things from photos on your feed. i wanted to try it cus they said you got 3 free uses per day, so i went to a random post someone made of a pizza and i clicked the ai instafood button, expecting it to somehow make the flavor of pizza appear in my mouth, but instead a box of pizza materialized in my car. the pizza looked weird as fuck like something from the first generation of ai image generators. instead of one pizza it was like 5 stacked on top of each other cut all strangely and each slice on each pizza was a different weird flavor. like there was one with cottage cheese and one slice that had peanut butter and jelly and it just looked overall super odd and disgusting. i was very excited about the tech but too icked out by the pizza to try it so i just threw it away. anyways dreams like this about weird random tech advancements make me wonder what innovations that seem super far-fetched now in 2025 are gonna be really commonplace in the future. there was a time not too long ago where wireless internet connection was completely unheard of, and now it is something i use most hours of my day. and you can pretty much use it anywhere. and things just accelerate so fast these days that i bet the next staple tech will be something i can't even fathom. it blows my mind that before the internet you had to look everything up in a book and if you had a question you had to contact an expert on the topic, whereas now i look things up constantly without thinking twice about it. imagine watching a movie and not remembering an actor's name. you had to wait for the credits. crazy! lol i'm sure an older person reading this would be like wow this out of touch zillenial, but i'm honestly a little afraid for my future kids. they're going to have soooo much access to information, it's actually scary. the internet was a dangerous place to be during the dark ages of 2014 tumblr, but i bet there's way worse rabbit holes a kid could go down nowadays. i'm gonna choose to focus on the hope of a realistic insta-taste AI feature though.
here's my ratings for movie's i've seen in the last couple days:
i low key feel bad cus i made my mom watch the devil wears prada with me today even though she thinks rom-coms are shallow and dumb. then she made me agree to watch farewell my concubine with her, and i feel bad cus i was not able to focus on the story and stopped paying attention. the child abuse in the beginning of the movie was making me anxious so i started working on my cross stitch so i could distract myself, and she was saying that i'd regret not watching the movies she wanted to watch when she was dead. she loves threatening me with her death. not a fun vibe. so made me even more anxious, and i used my computer and escaped to digital dimensions so i didn't have to be in the moment with her. our tastes in media used to be really similar, but as she's gotten older, she likes really dark shit. and i like horror and thrillers, but it has to be fun and campy still. and i do not like historical period pieces. and she used this to argue that i'm not mature enough to enjoy learning about history, which may very well be true. idk what i should do in the next few days though. i leave in 5 days, and i want her to feel like i am spending time with her, but idk if she appreciates me sitting there in her bed when i'm on my laptop, or if i need to actually pay attention to what she's watching for her to feel like we're bonding. i just feel bad because she kept saying how much the movie meant to her and i was soo resistent to it. she's pretty stubborn, and so am i, i guess. i also have been trying to make plans with my friend, since i haven't seen any friends this entire visit, but i'm also really traumatized from previous times i've gone to see her while staying with my mom. she usually says something about how i have my whole life to hang out with this girl, but my mom is going to die soon, so i need to spend more time with her and have my priorities straight. i feel like i've been pretty obedient lately (lmao i'm literally 28 years old wtf), besides the movie thing, and i do everything she asks me to do for her. i don't know why she gets so jealous or insecure when i pay attention to someone that isn't her. but i do really want to see her, and i need to put my own wants first sometimes. i am manifesting that i will not let her guilt me into staying home. although it's not impossible given how skillfully she manipulates me. i'm sure she's right though, when she's gone, i will miss her forcing me to watch movies i don't like and trying to get me to stay home instead of go out with my friends. i guess that's why the manipulation is so effective now. she's holding the ultimate trump card, so how the fuck can i say no to anything she asks of me? once you've lost someone there is no going back, and i'm gonna be kicking myself for everything i denied her and wishing i had prioritized being next to her over being entertained.
bro i am starting to get so tired of being stuck in the house 24/7. like i always kinda wanna go out, but when i'm out i know i'm not allowed to be gone for more than an hour before my mom starts kinda freaking out and wanting me home. so then i'm like is there even a point to leaving? i mean i did go on a cute lil outing to trader joes yesterday and that was very fun. they have these freeze dried watermelon candies that are so addicting. i need like 10 more bags. i've def been eating my emotions a lot in absence of my usual coping mechanisms. i need socialization. i wanna meet up with z this week, but i get such a weird feeling where i'm stuck trying to please multiple people, and if i were to just stay home i could just focus on balancing my mom's emotions and mine and not having another person in the mix of things to worry about. on one hand, i feel guilty for leaving my mom for extended periods (classical conditioning - in the past i've always come home to her disassociating or way too fucked up). at the same time, i also feel guilty and weird in my interactions with friends cus i can never hang out for long and it makes me feel bad/disincentivized from going out at all. i have been productive at least, working on my dj set for the cuntry sugar rush party and the flyer for pop punk night, among other things... but i feel like my mom also low key judges me for being on my phone/laptop when she wants me to watch shows with her. i don't like the shows she watches though...
i've seen some fun movies, but, again, i am working through feelings of guilt for choosing to watch shows in my room instead of laying in my mom's bed and watching stuff with her. but i have to have time for myself too. and she doesn't like older movies. last night i watched mystic pizza (it was pretty bad i'd give it like a 2/10), and today i watched coyote ugly, and it was as fun as i remembered (9/10 - 1 point off for how easily male characters were forgiven for sexism in movies of this era). the FASHION was the best part. like i want every outfit every character wears in this movie.
omg she's ringing her little butler bell thing right now so i have to go check on her... brb
ok she wants ice cream and cake lol. i get weirdly irritated at first when she tries to summon me with that bell, but when i see her all cute in her pj's, watching her show and asking for cake, i'm like ughhhhhh maybe i should consider moving in with her again? and i get all sentimental thinking she's not gonna live that long and i need to be her servant forever (hey codependency lol). but then i think about how frustrated i would get if i actually gave up my life in hawaii for real and then i think i better not. the fact that her mood has been better lately does make me feel more compassionately and crave more time together while she is still relatively in good health/spirits, but i also know that not being here all the time is what makes the time i am here so special to her, and i don't want it to be taken for granted, by either of us. i wonder if she's been nicer and more reasonable lately because i've been more obedient or if i've been more obedient because she's been nicer. maybe both. i did make dinner reservations for us today cus yesterday she said she would go out with me today, but then her stomach started hurting, and she made me cancel. i felt kinda disappointed because i was excited to finally leave the house with her again. i think she felt bad because she gave me her phone and told me to order whatever i wanted from doordash. i found a new (to me) sushi restaurant with a massive vegan menu and ordered a bunch of food for us. she had taken an edible so she was high af when the food came, but she said she really liked it, which made my heart happy inside. i get such a dopamine rush from pleasing her. she trained me so well.
anyways if you're reading this can you recommend me cunty late 90's/early 00's movies? i g2g make my mom a dessert plate.
back here staying with my mom again. she has been so cute and sweet this time, so i have hope that things are looking up for her. if not health-wise, at least mentally/emotionally. she hasn't been eating a lot, which does concern me, but she seems to be in a pretty good mood most of the time. we've been playing mah-jong and we even went out to dinner for her birthday! i love her sooooo much, and i can't allow myself to think about how sick she is because if i do it will steal all the joy from the moments i'm still getting to share with her. it is so deeply in my nature to try to prepare for bad things before they happen, which usually means imagining all the worst possible outcomes for every scenario, but i am doing everything i can not to think about her dying. i've been told that this was likely the last birthday i'll get to have with her, and when i think about this i want to sob. but again- not thinking about it! it's nice that my cousin is here because it provides a good distraction, but at the same time, spending a lot of time around someone whose family is very much alive and not dying makes me pretty envious and also feel alone. i am grateful for her being here, but it does put slightly more pressure on me to hold it all together. i guess i would feel that way if my husband were here though too. but it's probably good for me to feel pressured to hold it together cus who wants to fall apart ?
i do also feel myself somewhat healing from losing my dad, but i don't know if it's because i am actually accepting my life/future without him or if i am just getting better at pretending it's not true. idk those might kinda be the same thing though. emily and i have been looking at a lot of my family pictures and she talks about nostalgia a lot... i feel like nostalgia reaches another level when you have lost/are losing a loved one though. they have been there with me my whole life, what do you mean i have to live without them now? today we spent a good amount of time at my mom's elderly neighbor's house. we went to see her giant maine coon cat, but ended up staying for like an hour listening to her talk about all her family members who have died and what they died of. in the pictures on her bookshelf you could see evidence of a great life she'd lived. it is scary to think that all the best years could be behind me now... i was talking with emily about this, and she said she feels like we still have a good 25+ years ahead before things go down hill. i was thinking, how could the next 25 years possibly be better than the 25 years where i still had all of the people i've loved most in the world? i guess when i have kids i will feel differently, but right now, as i watch my mother fade the way my dad did just a year ago, it's hard to imagine ever loving someone so much. it does seem like a pretty clear indication of the necessity of having children though. this is something that stuck out to me about my interaction with my mother's neighbor. despite the pain she expressed when she recounted the deaths of her siblings and nieces, she talked about her kids and grandkids with so much joy and pride. maybe if i have to say goodbye to my family of origin forever, i can at least have my own family with its own culture and memories that i create with the love of my life. there has to be some beauty left in the world for me to discover.
on a lighter note, i've been playing the sims 2 strangetown on my 3ds and that's been fun. i also joined my first webring which is made up of blogs by vegan creators! lol but as fun as life seems sometimes, it also feels weird and horrifying to be so entertained by these silly distractions when everything about real life feels so heavy. i guess that's how we survive though? by finding joy and humor even in the darkest places? on the days i believe in god, i think he/she/they must be able to find me when i am at my lowest. cus faith isn't about believing that they're going to fix everything or make the impossible happen, it's about trusting that there is some part of me that is divinely connected enough to find the peace and blessings hidden in the most soul-crushing scenarios. it's about believing that even if everything in the world around me is shit, i can still find love and happiness because those are things that exist too deep inside my spirit for circumstantial misery to strip away. i will always find a way to love, laugh, and create in even the darkest periods of my soul because i am made of love, laughter, and creation. beauty can never leave my life because i am beauty, and as long as i am still alive (and definitely after), i will do whatever it takes to find it. even though he isn't here to say it, my dad would be proud of me. i can say it to myself though, and that is going to have to be enough.
i added wayyyy more content to my gallery page and made a filter function so you can sort my art my different mediums!! this past week has been spent collecting images of random sketchbook pages and digging around in my old computer for digital renders from my college days. i also added fun windows 98 style buttons (this css was a great reference!) and i made a data doll button for my site. it's so fun to go through my old files and see how my style has evolved. so many pieces i forgot about. when i look back i'm kinda amazed by how much i have created over the years.
i watched hackers last night. so nostalgic and corny but the aesthetic is everything. i love how the internet was portrayed so colorfully and optimistically back then. it's been 30 years since that movie came out, and i know if it was made today all of those silly fun hacking scenes would be all gray and corporate looking. like even the tech looked so fun and colorful - why don't modern tech companies make those fun see through laptops where the shell is transparent and you can see all the computer bits inside lol...
i saw this tiktok of aubrey plaza talking about her grief after losing her husband, and she described it as this giant gorge in the landscape of life that is always there and demanding attention. sometimes you wanna crawl inside and lose yourself in there, and sometimes you try as hard as you can not to look at it and pretend it's not there. so real honestly, and i have been avoiding the fuck out of it lately. like it was my dad's death anniversary last week, and after writing a poem for him, i spent the rest of the day forcing myself not to think about it. every day i do everything i can to keep myself distracted and occupied so i don't succumb to the dark emotions that i can feel lurking out of the corner of my eye. i know that if i let myself think about it, i will just spiral, so honestly not acknowledging my emotions is probably for the best. when i'm busy coding this site or making art i can feel joy and purpose, and i almost forget that my dad's dead and my mom's dying. ocean makes fun of me for being on the computer 247 and i think it makes him feel alone, but i genuinely can't stand not creating something all the time. like if i stop doing things, then i have to think thoughts and who wants to do that lmao
at the same time though, i do want to be present for the people who are still in my life, and i know that avoiding feelings and close connections isn't going to save me from death, but why would i choose to relax and feel things when i have such an effective method to keep myself from feeling things? i definitely felt bad when i was staying with my mom and doing work on my laptop while we were watching shows together, like i should have been focusing on being in the moment and enjoying our time together, but at the same time, if i sit with her too long without distracting myself some how, my mind loops back to how temporary our time together is and that just makes me panic and enjoy the time we have together even less. what the fuck is wrong with me... at least i'm not relying on drugs anymore to get me through those trips, but in some ways, this is just another mode of escaping from my surroundings. fuck it though i love my computer. and i'm probably being too hard on myself anyways. like who cares if i have to make art to feel ok when someone i love is dying?? i have to take what i can get and if anything makes me feel even slightly better, then i have to embrace it.
so many updates!!
i've been soooo locked in to web dev stuff that i haven't been practicing/prepping for my various dj gigs as much as i usually would... i've just been feeling so introverted lately and especially with my newfound sobriety djing just isn't hitting the same. like i am so passionate about finding new music, but lately i just feel like all these events have kinda been the same and it's losing it's shine for me. i just don't love performing as much as i used to, and i find so much more fulfillment expressing myself privately. something about making art is just so personal and sacred to me now, and having to express that loudly in front of a huge crowd of people is just not fun sober lol. and now that i've discovered old web i just wanna spend all my time surfing the web and playing flash games. i think i'm also way more of a visual person, and it feels weird to spend all my time in a software that is as visually boring as engine dj. well i know visual studio code is pretty boring to look at too, but in between this gray screen that gives hacking the mainframe vibes, i get to refresh my pretty colorful site and browse other blogs for cutie gifs and fun decorations to add to mine.
i'm updating my links page to include my growing gif collection hehe. i've been feeling such a good mood lately like my workouts have been hitting, i've been loving playng on my computer and 3ds, and i just feel so grateful to have time during the week to pursue my creative interests. i djed a swiftie party on saturday and it was chilllll. i'm doing this new thing where i don't drink when i'm djing at the clerb anymore, and it's so weird being around a bunch of drunk people fully sober. like i still enjoy djing but it's def way less fun lol and i feel very socially awkward and self conscious the whole time which is meh. drunk me is fully leo rising and loving the attention while sober me is like plz do not talk to me i am actually frightened by people. and i am bored of music way more easily when i'm sober so i feel like i'm stuck trying to play the same songs i played last time cus that's what the crowd is screaming and losing their minds to but i love it by icona pop is getting more and more tiresome every month. i do not love it.
this thursday i'm having a couple friends over to play vr, so i spent some time in the headset yesterday downloading games i thought would be fun to try out with them. i feel like an old person every time i try to play vr cus it just makes my head hurt and i get overwhelmed easily. i don't understand how the kids are spending all day in vr chat and meta horizons like i get vertigo after 30 min in there. the husband and i have been playing split fiction together which is such a fun couples game. very similar to it takes two and the storyline is so cute. my favorite scene is where you turn into pigs running around this magical farmland looking for apples, but this was kinda ruined by the fact that you get grinded up into a hot dog after. kinda pro vegan message? idk.
i spent the last 2 weeks in oakland with my mommy. after the traumatizing experience we both had the last time i visited (for my dad's memorial in may), i think we both really needed this trip to make positive memories together. of course i felt a strong urge to escape from my emotions. the first few days there i couldn't escape the feeling that our time together was limited and this was making me soooo emotional that i had to have my fingers working on a cross stitch, or downloading ds games, or working on a dj set. like i was sitting in bed with her all day every day just working on my craft or tapping on my computer to keep the thoughts of death from invading my brain while she was just chilling and watching tv and being so nonchalant. no one prepares you for how to adequately silence your thoughts when your mom is trying to get you to look at urns with her on amazon!!
anyways i feel a little guilty that i was trying so hard to distract myself from my encroaching dark thoughts when i should have just been in the moment with her and feeling all the feels, but at the same time, part of navigating grief is knowing when to give yourself the kindness of turning those emotions off for SURVIVAL. anyways now that i'm back home i have even more things i wanna do like i just downloaded a bunch of games to my 3ds and have been playing those/binging reality tv like it's my full time job.... i literally quit vaping nicotine a few days ago for the good of my future child and it is hard!! so much harder than quitting weed cus with weed there was a lot of things i didn't really wanna be high for, but with nicotine, the headrush only lasts like 1 min so it was so easy to justify as like a lil reward/rebellion or whatever. anyways it's been easier now that i'm home, but i'm djing a taylor swift party tonight and djing/going out is def a trigger cus i get ANXIOUS having all them peeps around me and i wanna make my brain go tingly and stupid to get rid of the anious thoughts. obviously this doesn't actually help though and just makes my heartrate go tachycardic which no one needs when they already struggle with physical anxiety...
well anyways i am happy to be home for now, even though i'm going back to see my mom for her bday in like 3 weeks. at least i have some gigs and therapy sessions to look forward to before then lol. oh btw in addition to editing my blog page, i also added a gallery page to my site with some random pics i had of art i've done over the past few years. i'm gonna try to dig up some more, but i think it's a good start to archiving my existance online.
after working on this site for a week nonstop, i finally made it live on neocities! i am really doing this for myself as a form of self expression, so if you don't like it, i don't even care (and you have no taste)!! but yeah i'm gonna post blog entries about updates i make on my site and probably also updates on my grief journey cus this page is for me and i can basically do whatever i want! and i want to talk about my parents and keep their memory alive and also shed a light on what the experience is like of grieving your parents in your 20s cus tbh no one i know understands that. and if you do understand that, i am so sorry.
i am here for you though, so don't hesitate to reach out if you are seeing this. life ends in death and i seem to be surrounded by people who have no awareness of this (or are somehow able to ignore it). well if you're a 20-something girlie with mommy issues and codependency, life ends with your mother's death. since my dad died almost a year ago, grief becomes more and more "regular" to me that when i spend a lot of time alone i tend to forget that not everyone is feeling this way. when people are able to ignore the threat of death that lingers in every room like a bad smell, i honestly feel super angry and frustrated! but when people acknowledge the difficulty of what i'm going through, i feel awkward AF and embarrassed by their pity. this causes me to downplay my pain and trauma in interactions with others cus it feels way too raw and intimate to address in conversation. nope, that content is only between me and the entire fucking internet lmao
but i try not to let myself get too consumed by these feelings, and i escape into the dreams and fantasies i create with my art. the only time i don't feel totally alone in the world is when i'm creating something. i mean i love consuming creative content as well, but when you're grieving, tv shows and movies are minefields. depressing family shit is depressing and happy family shit is depressing too cus you contrast that with your own life and it's honestly even worse than the movies where the dad dies of cancer. this is why i am a reality tv stan til i r.i.p. i'ma stay creating though, so my mind and hands stay active and i have something to focus on rather than my hyperfixation with my mom's cancer