Until i got my kitten this month, ot sometimes felt like the only thing keeping me going was the fact that Lady Gaga is going to be in the new Joker movie and then releasing a new album at the end of the year. Shit is absolutely bleak, right now. And while i love my parents, I am not exaggerating when i saw i would rather kill myself than move in with them in a Houston suburb i have zero connection to, 800 miles away from my entire social group. It’s an absolutely fucked up parasocial relationship that i have developed over the past 14 years, but it’s basically all I have to cling onto at this point. I’m sure that a lot of you are barely hanging on as well, but whatever it is that’s keeping you going is absolutely worth it.
My pet budgie has often been my lifeline and still sometimes is. I’m doing a bit better now, but I’m forever grateful to the little featherball.
Obligatory birb tax:
Little cutie! What’s his name? I bet he puts a smile on your face very easily. Little nutters, aren’t they? Nothing like a hyper budgie telling everything in the room about its day! I’m glad you’re doing better!
Here’s my birb tax:
He turned 14 in April, I’m hoping he can make it to 15.
I’ve been at the point where I wanted to die, but never bad enough to actually try to make it happen.
Here’s an article by the lovely Lene Marlin about her failed attempt:
G00gle translated version: https://www-aftenposten-no.translate.goog/meninger/kronikk/i/Bjqe/Lene-Marlin-Jeg-ville-ikke-leve-lenger?_x_tr_sl=auto&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en-US&_x_tr_pto=wapp
Original Norwegian: https://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/kronikk/i/Bjqe/Lene-Marlin-Jeg-ville-ikke-leve-lenger
