SHIFTING IS WORTH EVERY BIT OF EFFORT.

I will shift.

I WILL shift.

I will SHIFT.

I WILL SHIFT.

Jello’s daily dose of tea wisdom. Goodnight.

dressed like my dr self and went to the mall— had to stop myself from shopping like her too

and if I revise my hogwarts band dr so I’m in a throuple? what about it? two pretty best friends and I want them both okay? I want to be a rockstar with two boyfriends, is that such a bad thing? I deserve good things.

I am the most jealous bitch you will ever meet this has disaster written all over it but I don’t care

and that pretty much sums me up as a person.

i write about shifting in my physical diary because there’s no reason i would ever stop being a shifter and i have no reason to be embarrassed about leaving a record. it’s what consumes most of my thoughts anyway

I feel like utter death today but you bet I’m using it to shift— why be sick here when I can be sick and taken care of by my s/o? (or just not ill in general but you get it)

insomnia thoughts with Jello

part two

Alas, we are back here again. Did you miss me? Bet you didn’t because I never shut the fuck up. Anyways, let’s get right into it shall we?

I lied. You need some lore first.

I have a ring that I wear every single day, and have worn every single day since I bought it. I cherish it like almost no other.

Okay, now we get into it. And yes, this is also shifting related.

The raging sea that is my mind decided to remind me of the time I thought I lost the aforementioned ring. I woke up after spending a drunken night at a friend’s and it was gone. Nowhere to be found. Not on my person, not in the bed, not on the floor. Gone.

Immediately I decided that was wrong. I said “fuck no” to reality and proceeded to spend the next several hours in and out of consciousness just trying to exist somewhere where I still had that ring on my finger.

And I swear to god, something happened.

I remember, at some point between states of consciousness, it being insanely difficult to open my eyes. It was like my eyelids were weighed down. This has happened to me multiple times since then, but this was a first.

I remember feeling that ring on my finger, though. In that moment, in whatever state I was in, I could feel that goddamn ring on my finger and I peeled my eyes open just enough to see it.

And I saw it.

Then I fell back asleep, and when I woke up again it wasn’t there.

And then my friend got home from work. I told her about my dilemma and she looked me dead in my pupils and said “Oh, your ring? It fell off last night so I put it on my desk.”

And this bitch just walked over to her desk and retrieved my holy object like it was no big deal.

I can’t say whether or not it was on the desk beforehand. I didn’t check. I didn’t even think of it.

But something about that doesn’t sit right with me. In the sense that something happened and I want to say I shifted but I’m not sure.

Anyways, that is all I have for you tonight.

It is nearing 6am.

I have to be up at 10.

Goodnight.

Jello💖

(Afterthought: I drafted this a while ago and was reminded of it because I literally just misplaced another sentimental ring— found this one much faster though)

about to drink some neocitran and knock tf out and wAKE UP IN MY DR LETS GOOOOOOOO

every night I am Coraline. I am her, huddled under those blankets, desperate to just go home… only to wake up and say “I’m still here?”