Make Your Day Better Than America!

A fic where the main character has two best friends, who are fully aware they are in a story and that they are side characters, and they are constantly arguing about how the story should go.

The mc accidentally hits the love interest with her car and decides to treat his wounds herself instead of taking them to the hospital and friend A is not having it.

Friend A: What do you mean you can 'patch him up?' Bitch, take him to the hospital!

Friend B: Let it happen. It will bring them closer together when he ends up in the hospital with an infection because her medical skills suck.

Classy badass women with family issues wear red leather jackets. It's canon.

I don't feel real.

Has anyone else experienced this?

I need help.

I feel like everything is a dream and I can't comprehend what people are saying to me.

My SDIT has helped to ground me, but I still feel extremely dizzy.

I am hallucinating a small, wiggly man

I can't walk in a straight line and an so thirsty.

Am going to bed.

I want to see uncanny valley for homes. And I don't mean a bloody handprint or a leg sticking out from under the couch. I want a fireplace that is a hint too small or one too many lamps.

"I'm okay." I say as my bones crack into a thousand pieces.

"It doesn't hurt." I respond when asked about bruises all over my body.

"Really, I'm fine." I tell my friend as I can physically feel my muscles separate from the surrounding tissue.

"I can make it." I assure my mother before entering a mall with no mobility aids.

"It's gotten better." I lie to my doctor.

bad pain day, 2023, me

alternate titles include “ouch :(“ and “my fucking hips hurt”

I have never wanted to drop kick a child more than I do right now.

This is the scariest thing with a chronic illness because we might have to change plans at the last minute due to a flare or any sudden health problems.

My biggest fear is that the person on the other end hates me because of this.

I'm being held together with duck tape and zip ties at this point.

You know what, I'm crashing, I'm burning. I'm falling out of the sky.

I don't like every genre of music, but I'm pretty much okay with everything except hyper specific groups, bands, and songs

This Barbie feels like she has been thrown down a flight of stairs.