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sylvia plath once wrote in her journal 'if i get through this year, no matter how badly, it will be the biggest victory i've ever done' and if that's not a mood i don't know what is.

only a crazy bitch would be like Ooh it’s National Novel Writing Month i’m gonna write an entire fifty thousand word story in just thirty days despite having a hundred other responsibilities and a dwindling amount of mental health. it’s me. i’m the crazy bitch.

cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven't moved in days.