It has been quite a long time since we last met beneath the sakura trees to admire the flowers and talk. Thank you for your invitation.
The light novel you lent to me last time was quite enthralling. These past few nights, I’ve been so engrossed that I often find that by the time I look up, it’s already morning.
It was a rather novel experience, I’ve never felt time pass so quickly before… almost like the time among these petals.
totally love having premenstrual dysphoric disorder. literally everything gets so bad i feel like i’m relapsing to where i was with my mental health as a young teenager. i spend days thinking i am once again an embarrassment to myself, my family, and all who know i exist, that i should be executed on high for dishonoring my parents.
and then i wake up to cramps and blood and realized that Ah It Was Not Me Failing It Was Instead My Accursed Womb Once Again.
