right, so i’m not changing the title as it’s fitting. i can’t be arsed to use capitalization as my nails are so beautifully long that i’m lucky if i can hit 10wpm now…
i’m 50. i’ve lived many experiences that don’t quite sound true, but i don’t have the energy to lie, haven’t for quite some time, as lying requires devoting part of your brain to keep track of the lies and i genuinely can’t with perimenopause and somewhat new cannabis enjoyment.
ultimately this will be a collection of writing that means nothing to anyone but me.
the tipsy abyss 