i think i'm coming down from the initial intense Rage of finding out ten years of my life were in fact stolen from me by incompetent stupid piece of shit doctors who couldn't diagnose simple tendonitis. i'm doing things other than crying
but i am also thinking about becoming a supervillain. like a tragic conflicted sexy one probably. i feel like it'd be mostly-justifiable given the circumstances. i think Batman would hold my hand and lead me away from evil

