CrawlingInMySkin
Rain, Rain, Go Away
- Jun 14, 2026
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I ski a lot in the winter. When I was in school, there used to be ski clubs where me and my small group of close friends would all join and just have the times of our fuckin' lives skiing together. My particular reason for being here is emotional numbness, and I only ever feel for myself when I'm skiing with my friends. It's the best feeling ever. There's really nothing better than the crisp air, the speed, freeness, starry sky... I had a speaker I'd clip to a crossbody bag so we could play songs as we went down. It was truly amazing. But it's a curse, too. Whenever it's not ski season, I'm left longing for it, miserable and wanting to kill myself, it's not because I'm not skiing, it's just that skiing makes me not want to kill myself for a while. I guess you could call it my happy place. Anyway, just wanted to get that down somewhere. Feel free to ignore me! Love and peace, everyone