watched/listened to brad taste in musics review of every billboard board hot 100 and i have come to the conclusion that no, it [my hatred of pop music at the time] was not nostalgia talking, nor was it the fact that i was severely mentally ill and unmedicated. late 2010s pop music genuinely just fucking sucked
thinking abt how the doctor told me they’re referring me bcuz i have bpd symptoms to have bpd therapy but they won’t diagnose me with bpd because they “don’t diagnose anymore”
I genuinely hope American media sucks for a while! I hope the big companies keep trying to churn out shit and that it’s all embarrassing garbage! I want it to be extremely apparent to everyone how important the writers and actors are to create good media and that they deserve to be compensated appropriately!!!
the directing of the camerawork for this performance from the osage people is fucking brutal. you could have it beautifully staged for billie eilish but you're scrambling between cameras for these performers??
did yall know cricut put a metal strip in the back of their newer Maker 3 that doesn't do anything except pop out after like six months of regular use and force you to call customer service so they can tell you to replace the machine
well they did and instead of calling them and replacing an entire functional fucking machine you can just cut the bar out and put tape over what's left
he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
WOW, that was probably the worst developed relationship I've ever had the misfortune of setting my eyes upon. I literally thought that I accidentally skipped several episodes or something, it was that fucking bad