While I like to dream about what I want to do when I feel better, if I'm being completely honest with myself, I can tell my health is getting worse every year. It might be slow, and gradual, but the deterioration is unmistakable.
I don't know how much longer I'll last.
Maybe 10 years? Maybe less? Or maybe I'll hold out for another 20. At the very least I hope I outlive my father.
I Am A Delight
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- twitter.com/Varewulf
Old queer trans woman from Norway. Mainly post in English. I write stuff sometimes. Expect bad jokes. Girls and cats are nice.
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