#have to keep reminding myself that it’s all worth it
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After every holiday I feel ever more reluctant to drag myself back to school.
But back to my regularly scheduled bullshit I suppose. Final stretch now!
#studyblr#my posts#study aesthetic#books#science#school#why did all my teachers decide that we needed 10 projects all at once???#beats me#but I have no life rn#have to keep reminding myself that it’s all worth it
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last batch of shots from the meadows' home (for now)
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#all i have left is the kitchen and dining room#yay#and the backyard#but that can wait lol#furnishing and cluttering takes sooo long#but i have to keep reminding myself how worth it it's gonna be for gameplay#i think i might make this family into a legacy#i don’t know we'll see#meet me in the meadow#mine#cutietrait gameplay#ts4#ts4 screenshots#ts4 simblr#the sims 4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#sims 4 cc#simblr#ts4 legacy#the sims community#ts4cc#ts4 cas#sims#sim#my sims#the sims#sims 4 community#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 maxis match
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i am still and will forever be in absolute pieces about the difference between the first line in the first* manuscript draft of charmed life and the first line in the published editions. LOOK at this:
first line of charmed life, from the first manuscript draft:
Cat ^Chant did not like his sister Gwendolen particularly.
first line of charmed life in all published editions:
Cat Chant admired his elder sister Gwendolen.
i mean!!! its so simple and so obvious but so essential. in the published book, cat never states outright that he dislikes gwendolen, and that is SUCH a clue for the reader, because gwendolen is the worst, and so you are sitting there going: am i missing something?? why does cat not absolutely loathe his awful sister?? but if you are writing this story from scratch, you have to get the obvious out there from the get go: cat doesnt like his sister, and why? because nobody likes his sister. nobody likes gwendolen. because she's the worst.
now, you can't keep that line in revisions, obviously. you have to say something else, because the whole point is that cat doesn't know how awful gwendolen is. but it's a really good concept for an opening line, because you have to set up their dynamic first thing. so what can you say that cat feels about gwendolen? well, he... he doesn't like her. but she is all that he has, and in his eyes, she's competent and, well, admirable. plus you want to add their birth order, so you add elder. and you remove those little hedge words, "did not like," "particularly": those are such weak words to use in the first line. but, that hedging weakness is very accurate to gwendolen-influenced cat, so she's got that element of his character down immediately. and cat wouldn't say "hate" or "dislike" after all, and would add "particularly" to soften the blow. so while it's accurate characterization, it's just not a very good first line. so to be clear, that first draft line isn't a failure at all. it still serves to frame cat's character, even if it states the unstated, and it gets the novel's most important dynamic front and center.
*: first available. there were no earlier ms drafts in the archive, this is the only handwritten draft, and it seemed like a first draft literarily. if there's been research stating otherwise since 2015, which is when i last did a formal check-in on dwj chrestomanci scholarship, lmk.
^: a ^ in my notes always referred to text added later. so, dwj added "Chant" in after she wrote out the sentence. i might have a picture of this? i need to check my manuscript copies. anyway, it's so true that cat chant sounds better in a first line than just cat. plus, if you have "Cat" as a name as the very first word of a sentence, that C is definitely going to be capitalized, so adding his last name makes it clear that this is a person's name. plus plus, chant is, of course, a surname of all time, and thus perfect to introduce Immediately.
#dwj tag#ss notes#i Have to keep reminding myself that if i had gone off and actually become a professor#i couldnt have just sat in an archive all day and analyzed literature. i would have to like. interact with people still#and do the whole academia thing. which. hellish#and overall not worth it#but i am having the time of my Life going through my seven stories notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also real quick why am i getting spelling error lines for literarily. thats fully a word. ugh#ok to reblog btw!
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What are you talking about? I didn't need a week long break. I needed a break for a few hours, maybe a day at most. Also "What stops you from thinking this intrusive thought then going, internally, 'damn I need a break'"? Uh, I did. That's exactly what happened. Want a timeline of events?
Initial thought was "God. The people of my country are so fucked up. Maybe we all should just get nuked off the map. Yeah that inlcudes myself and everyone I know but maybe its worth it so the US can't keep fucking up the planet and causing the death of millions of innocents. Ends justifying the means of whatever" Then I started crying and went "Fuck. That's actually really fucked up. I need to step away. Ill let my followers know that they might not see me online for a bit and then close the app". Thus I made the post you are oh so upset about, closed the app, went back to doing other things, and then got 30 notifications when my email synced because I had email notifications turned on for replies to posts.
I saw what people were saying and went "oh fuck they think Im talking about palestine. I should go explain and clarify that the reason I can't logic my way out of these intrusive thoughts right now isn't because Im a psychopath and so morally corrupt as to thinking this about palestine or something. This anger is entirely directed at the people who are ultimately responsible for the death of millions including palestinians and who have proved that they don't care about that or are directly for that more than once. Also some people are taking this as me being a direct danger to myself or others so I should also clarify that Im not. That im exclusively having intrusive thoughts about how I wouldn't be that upset if a 3rd party nuked us off the map to get us to stop being a problem for the rest of the world. Not that Im gonna like, go shoot up a mall or something like some people seem to think. " and followed up with an explicit request to be left alone and a reminder that harassing me was the pro-genocidal thoughts move (since the whole point of the post was that I was upset about the thoughts, getting mad about the post means being mad that I wasn't just straight up pro-genocide. There isn't another thing to be mad about so that's the only option left).
That's also when I turned off reblogs. People kept replying though and I tried explaining more but people just kept doubling down and telling me to kill myself so I went and figured out how to turn replies off too. I made a few follow up posts to explain things better because at that point I had spent hours off of tumblr, sobbed on my friends floor and had a conversation that calmed me down and wasn't struggling with the intrusive thoughts almost at all (was more pissed off that people were harassing me for being disturbed about the thoughts than anything else, though can't say that I didn't have any more intrusive thoughts at all that night but they were easier to logic my disagreement) and figured that maybe the wording I used originally wasn't the best if so many people were still misinterpreting things but follow up posts and edits don't help if people are attacking you over a screenshot of the original post's wording and not reading the edits and other posts that explain so that didn't change anything. Tumblr was also glitching and refusing to close my ask box.
Eventually I went to bed and woke up to over a hundred messages in my ask box and some DMs. Figured out how to turn those off and that's when people started @ing me death threat posts. So I turned @ing off too.
Finally you went and found a random unrelated post of mine just so you could continue to harass me and make sure I saw it despite me very obviously trying to cut off every possible communication method for a reason. I haven't had any issue with intrusive thoughts since about 8-10 hours after the initial post was made and yet you keep claiming Im somehow doubling down on shit when all Im doing is telling you to go the fuck away and leave me alone and to stop harassing me over a post about how disturbing thoughts were why I was going to be offline for a little bit.
How are you not getting this? Youre the problem here. You're mad at me for communicating that I needed a break due to disturbing thoughts. You're saying that Im "playing the victim" when all I did was have some intrusive thoughts, explained that was why I needed time away, and then got mercilessly harassed for days. I didn't victimize anyone else and was the only person who got hurt here. Was I maybe not the most articulate mid-mental breakdown? Sure, that's kinda par for the course with how a mental breakdown works. That doesn't mean you should harass me for days, and ignore the fact that despite my explanations, you still are misunderstanding what that post says.
I couldn't even escape from this and fully take that break I was asking for because I couldn't turn my phone off due to most of this happening while I was at work and my phone is something I use for my job at times. Deleting the app wouldn't help because of email notifications. And turning off notifications also wouldn't help because then I would just have to come back to hundreds of people sending me suicide bait and death threats and harassment. I wanted to get people to stop harassing me and when begging people to leave me alone didn't work, i cut off the avenues to contact me. But people just keep finding new ways to do that. And you finally found the one avenue that can't be turned off. Sure I can block you and maybe thatll stop this but if you figured it out, others can too. So forgive me if Im fucking pissed off at you especially when you are saying I will never hear the end of this. Ive done everything I can to make people stop trying to make me actually pro-genocide but yall won't fucking stop trying. Go the fuck away you genocidal freak
Something thing to think about, the most secure platform for conversations is Signal.
Signal Protocol-based platforms like Whatsapp, Facebook Messenger's secret conversations, or Skype's Private Conversations are a second best option for making sure no one can find out what you are talking about. These may be a good option for people who need a better UX than Signal itself can offer (Signal is very basic and there is no ability to back up your messages or transfer them to another device, whereas something like whatsapp can do some of those things with minimal security risk for most people).
Telegram is the most well known platform for secure messages. It's... not secure. At all. It has a lot of known security flaws. It's just well known because it has good UX and people don't often think to differentiate between "secure against hackers and malicious actors" and "secure against governments". Telegram is only secure against hackers, not governments. Do not use it for anything illegal nor anything you don't want your government to be able to find out.
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me when i remember that ultimately harry just really wanted to go home in the arms of a mother and father that he never had a chance to have
#harry potter#harry james potter#i keep on making myself sad by reminding myself how awfully broken his inner child must be#and how desperately and violently angry his inner teen would be#and how in adulthood he must have a void left in his chest#when his entire worth was made to be his role in ending the war#and now that it's all over he has nothing#what use is there for a weapon when the war is over
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i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.
you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.
and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts
#how do you miss me when you won't talk to me? how do you like me so much and then go to just. not?#how did i let you in when i try so hard not to let people do that because i know that once they get past the walls all i'll be left with#is the idea of them rotting and withering inside me. polluting the space i create to keep myself safe.#why does everyone leave? leave in silence too. leaving behind so many questions and so many words engraved in my brain#i am so tired of *grieving* when those i grieve are still alive and well and thriving and i'm reminded that it's versions of myself#that i'm grieving instead. how do you grieve yourself? how do you not fucking fall apart over it?#just. fucking talk to me. don't make it be true that all i'll ever be is nothingness and the memory of someone you liked once#but never never never liked enough#i'm so so cold already. i'm a shell. i want to be warm again but it always leaves me so hollow and hurting#i grieve the dio who was warm. i grieve them i miss them i am so so angry that he had to leave. to hide. with no way out#i'm happy for you. i'm happy you're happy. but you're no better than anyone else and it makes me want to run away again#but i have nowhere else to run and no one else to be. and it's so fucked that it doesn't matter who i am i'll never be enough#for someone to just. stay. to see me and to stay. to hear me and to sit and listen and just. just fucking stay.#maybe i'm not worth staying for. maybe there's nothing to know nothing to hear nothing to see nothing to listen to nothing to find#maybe all i'll ever get is one/two good months paid for with a lifetime of grief. and i'm at the point where i don't want the good months#anymore with you or anyone else who tears down these walls with affection that is so endlessly addictive and leaves me yearning.#on the off chance that it will keep the grief away too. but that's the thing about grief isn't it? it's here to stay. unlike you#god this is so fucked up and i'll delete this later but for now i just need to. let it out. poe said i should make a side blog for the grie#but poe's not there anymore. poe has stopped starting fires. so this goes on main until shame makes me take it down#blah#personal#not st
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using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.
#but jesus christ coming back home while already knee deep in a suicidal episode was an awful idea#like i was maybe on the verge of improving and then i came back to all of this family bullshit#and the place as well like it’s so. i don’t want to say isolated necessarily. but so much it’s own little bubble#and i spent the last eight or nine years i lived here depressed and the last six suicidal#and being back here feels like the actual place is telling me to die#and i don’t think it helps that every place i go i know or know of someone who successfully committed suicide#like. oh this person drowned themself here. or that person hung themself in these woods. or several people jumped off the side of this clif#like. it all feels like reminders of my failures. and it’s like. cmon. wouldn’t it be easy. all you need to do is jump. is slit your throat#is find a decent piece of rope. idk. but everything is so much and i just want it to stop and it feels like the ground itself#is giving me a way to do it.#i genuinely feel like i’m like 16 or 17 again. and everything that isn’t within these hills#feels like a haze and not actually real. like the concept of buxton doesn’t actually exist and my friends do not actually exist and nothing#actually exists except the place i’m in and my family and the pub#i think going back to work at the pub was a mistake; i think it’s making this worse. especially because it’s henry’s dad’s local#and where henry’s wake was. and nothing there has changed at all. it’s like the whole last year never happened.#and i only need to get through two more days but it feels like an impossible task and i keep thinking being back in york will fix me but id#if that even true like. i was suicidal before i left. and it’s going to be intense and stressful and then i have to leave again.#come back here and do three full weeks of this all over again. i haven’t even managed two yet this time around. and i feel like#such a failure and such a drain on my friends (and on one in particular) because it just#is so much and has been so long and everything is complicated and awful and i think if i hadn’t come back i’d be in a normal mental state#by now. that’s the worst fucking part. and also the whole thing of i know how to be suicidal here. i know how to not give a shit about#living here. i know how to do that. but ive never had to try before. like im trying to improve and im trying to hold on and hold off the#urges to kill myself or self harm or whatever because i said i would and because i KNOW it can be better than this and bc i love my friends#and they love me and i don’t want to upset them or make them anxious or anything like that and kat made me promise to try and im trying so#fucking hard and it feels like it’s not even worth the effort because it’s so much effort and everything is so overwhelming and awful and i#hate the way my family interacts and i just want everything to stop and idc if suicide is the cowards way out or selfish or whatever#bullshit people say it feels like the only option i can actually withstand because everything is so much pain and so much effort and so muc#everything and i can’t deal with it anymore. and also i forgot just how much i have to fucking mask in front of my parents and especially m#father and it’s so exhausting and i can’t sleep and there’s so much yelling and i just need it all to stop#i’ve had major breakdowns the last 3 nights about wanting to die so much & trying so hard to not let myself & idk how much longer i can tak
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I can’t believe this is happening oh my god I am shaking everytime I think of it
#this is a good type of shaking#I keep having to remind myself I’m not dreaming#that this is real#this is happening#I waited so so so long#all the heartbreak and all the pain I’ve gone through the past year was worth it if this is.#the reward#all of it was worth it
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Had an ADHD assessment a few years ago and the fuckwit that assessed me said, as a direct quote, "You're too smart to have ADHD." Like that's not any type of paraphrasing, that stupid fucking statement is burned in my brain forever and has been since I heard it.
I talked to my psychiatrist about getting a referral to a different psychologist for assessment, and she agreed and sent it in.
Today I got a call that said they don't agree that I need reassessment, and I'm welcome to pursue it elsewhere, but they won't provide reassessment. Which is just.
I don't even know where to start with that one. I just needed to get it out. I'm so tired.
#'we really dont think youre adhd so were not even going to let you pay to check again'#WHAT#thats an option?#they can just say that they really dont think its a problem for me so they wont waste their time?#the first fuckwit that assessed me said im too fucking smart to have adhd!!#thats not a fucking compliment and every professional ive spoken to since then has said 'yesh thats not right tey for reassessment'#i just had to write this down because#this morning i was showering before work and they called me and left a message#so i checked the message right before work cuz i saw it was them and i assumed they wanted to set up the reassessment#because i got a referral. but theur message literally just said that bullshit#and because it was right before work i had to pack that away#because trying to deal with that in addition to a shift at fucking mcdonalds wouldve killed me#but because i set it aside i just keep forgetting about it. so i needed to write this down to remind myself#that this is my life and this is the bullshit i get to deal with in this life#im so tired. i dont even know what to say here. what to think or anything#'youre too smart to have adhd. we're so sure of that that we're not gonna check again. waste someone else's time. bye!'#i wish the world worked the way healthcare 'professionals' think it works#what a beautiful world it would be. you could lose weight just by trying and when you lose weight all of your health problems disappear!#you cant have any mental health problems if you are smart or seem kinda normal or are a woman#i am resisting the urge to. i don't even know. i want to do something angry and destructive but i don't even care#at least now i dont have to drive two hours and pay $160 just to be told that i am too smart to have problems#and actually all of my problems are due to my anxiety and the fact that im female#god i wish that was the case. ill go on t if it makes my problems valid. would you like that?#what do i have to do to convince people i have problems? i will fully physically transition to be taken more seriously#would that help?? would that fucking help???????????????#anyway. i was about to say i wish i wasnt mentally ill. but i dont#being mentally ill is chill. its like a roommate that lives up there and weve lived together awhile so its chill#the only problem are the idiots they pay to deal with mental illness. at this point i dont think they have qualifications#theyre just bringing in men off the street. and theyre the real problem. goodnight folks#dont have the audacity to be mentally ill in this economy. its not worth it
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gonna be real I am already so over this whole medical issue thing
#I just want to be able to sleep at night and not feel dead all the time#next stop the cardiologist wahoooo maybe I can snag myself a pots diagnosis. hopefully#really hoping it is pots actually because then I won’t keep worrying I’m just being lazy or whatever#but other than that things are still not poggers#my neurologist is being very unhelpful ima be real#oh you can’t fall asleep? try meditating :)#girl I can fall asleep I can’t STAY asleep and I’ve TRIED that and it does NOTHING it just makes it harder to sleep actually#one of these days I will be unstoppable. one of these days……..#it’s okish right now because I really don’t have any real responsibilities but VERY SOON I will have to start driving and working and stuff#and I really want to be. you know. not feeling dead when I do those things#anyway ow my head hurts again#which reminds me of something else my neurologist said that pissed me off but I’m not gonna go into that it ain’t worth it
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yeah-
I need out of this job
Like- I am the first to admit that I am having some issues here and there, but instead of them stepping back and reassessing the situation and watching me struggle they're instead doubling down and insisting that I'm entirely at fault. And when I voice annoyance at how they communicate with us and the lack of verbal communication when it comes to certain aspects I'm basically told to suck it, shut up, and deal with it... When I am the far from the only person complaining about how disorganized this place is or how bad my manager is at communication.
It's like when there are substantial changes to the reports that we have to do my manager will simply update the checklist... and that's it. No warning. No heads up in the work group chat of "hey heads up! the checklist has been updated!". You're just going to delegate that responsibility to us instead of taking 60 seconds to write a Teams message? You're going to just update a fucking list, not tell anybody, blame US when we inevitably miss some small change, and call that good management and good training?
And on top of all of this, while I'm struggling with things that I've been saying for months I do not fully understand, you're ALSO over-scheduling me?? And making it so that I literally cannot finish the big Gaming Board reports that I'm required to get finished??? And when I bring up how the last time I did it you scheduled an entire day for me to get it done? I get a passive aggressive comment because I just happened to be on vacation last month and someone else did it and you forgot that I need an entire fucking day to do this thing.
Like why do I have to stress out so much over YOUR shitass management skills? It's like the moment we actually got more than 10 people in the department you became one of the worst managers I've ever had suddenly
#I'm not even bringing up how she will schedule us for overtime and not verbally communicate that to us#and how we're just supposed to sort of accept it even though we have complained to HER bosses about it multiple times#I'm still pissed that I got dragged into the slot audit without my consent#the extra dollar I'm being paid is not worth all of this extra stress and I did not want this#and I'm not the only one!!!#the only reason I'm still there is because I need the money#and Im putting in as many applications as I can#I WAS considering dropping down to part time but after how Ive been treated the past few months? hell no#I keep reminding myself there's probably going to take at least a month to find something new#the only reason im still there is my car payments
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being sick as an adult sucks. wdym my mom won’t just automatically make sure I eat food instead of exclusively drinking Gatorade all day. wdym I have to ask my roommates to make me dinner. I have to Venmo a friend money to buy me more Gatorade?? I can’t focus enough to do homework??? I hate this.
#this is a silly haha humor post but in all seriousness.#COVID rly is just making me stare all the internalized ableism in the eye#yes worth isnt defined by productivity and disability and the idea of being a burden is part of being human and isn’t shameful at all#until I have to minorly inconvenience people to meet my basic needs#I really want to eat dinner but that would require asking my roommates to make me dinner which is just. 5 kinda of mortifying.#even though if someone I knew was sick I would not be upset about making them food! sick people need to eat!#my parents ordered me chipotle yesterday bc they were so concerned bc of how I sounded over the phone#and my friend went out and bought me juice and Gatorade and popsicles and took me to the doctor#the support system Exists I just feel bad about having to use it T-T#I just want to be hugged and read to and reminded to eat food but I am an adult now and not at home#lonely TT-TT#it’ll be okay I’m probably just emotional bc I’m sick and hungry#I also just am struggling so hard because I want to catch up on my classwork Right Now#but I can get through maybe one assignment before I’m too exhausted to keep sitting up#and I have to lay down and close my eyes and sleep or do a light activity like playing candy crush for the fifty bazillionth time#I’ve gotten through like. 100 levels this week.#I’m losing my dang marbles. I am gonna be so behind in ASL Susan is gonna be so disappointed in me#I feel like I have all this energy when I’m laying down bored but as soon as I sit up I feel like I’m floating and about to fall over#so. so tired. why can’t I be healthy already and do homework T-T.#I’m choosing to take this as a lesson to slow down and not overwork myself so hard. instead of being mad at myself for getting behind.#<- is trying and failing not to be mad at herself for getting behind
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I got tickets to FOB. If anyone ruins this for me before next April I will explode.
#I'm so jazzed I never go to concerts#no one ever really comes all that close to where I live#so this is a rare treat#I also have never really loved a band so consistently before#FOB has been my music of choice since I was a senior in high school and we're still goin strong#And this last album of theirs really hit me at the right time of my life#My lifelong dream died#I was spirilling#I was picking up the pieces of myself that I lost#and this album reminded me that the pain is worth it anyway#that I should keep dancing#that I should keep feeling#i'm not saying that this album saved my life#or that i wouldn't be who I am without it#but it definitely helped#And so this concert is gonna be amazing#also my bff is going with me and so it's gonna be so memorable
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my (virtual) meeting with my thesis advisor is in... 7 hours. I'm sort of almost finished writing the exposé that I was supposed to write. sort of. I'll probably need another hour or two until I feel okay enough about it to actually get any sleep.
unfortunately my left arm is realllly starting to hurt and I can't lift it much anymore (thanks to the covid booster I got today). hopefully I'll get it done anyway. and hopefully the pain won't be so bad that I can't sleep.
#I mean. if I get... idk like 3-4 hours of sleep that should be enough#I only have to be awake until the meeting is over. then I'll probably go back to bed.#and that way if it goes really really badly I can escape from that by being asleep lol#I hope it'll be okay 😭 I'm so scared#but it's this... much more quiet subtle kind of scared. I never experienced that before the anxiety meds#so it feels weird.#I haven't even cried yet! no panic attacks or anything! there have been a few meltdowns but not specifically about this#so I have to keep reminding myself that this is fine! I can handle this! it used to be sooooo much worse and I somehow got through that too#so I will definitely get through this and it will be okay#after all - no matter what happens. I'll be done with uni in February. I won't have to speak to my advisor ever again (so if he thinks I'm a#fucking idiot it doesn't matter at all!)#this is far from the hardest thing I've done! I was my dad's carer. I got my driver's license (yes that was very hard for me). I was in#therapy. I lived in abusive households until I was 25! this is easy in comparison#it just feels hard because I can't stand the feeling of being judged. and this is. just. me being judged (for what I write)#but it will be okay and I'll never write anything like this ever again and I'll get a break and I'll find a job I don't hate and it'll all#be worth it#personal#posts about my thesis
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#i am reminded all the time that someone wanting to fuck me has absolutely no reflection on whether or not they like me at all#or ESP whether or not they fucking respect me or anything about me lmao. call it a consequence of the work.#&yet as much as it damaged+stunted my self worth+esteem+personal view of myself i wouldnt trade the reminders for anything lmao.#as the world fucking burns around us all i get reminders all the time that the loudest&stupidest types of idiot motherfuckers#cant stand by a single one of their own beliefs in the long run lmao. like your bigotry doesnt extend to where youd put your dick.#OR what youre willing to say&pretend to get into the pants of someone who you literally could not even pay to spit on you.#meanwhile all cops&most uniformed men should prob be grateful the thought of them breathing my air makes me fucking sick#bc otherwise i would be finding LOTS of new+creative ways to work out my more horrifying impulses.#unfortunately as it turns out even the idea of their blood on my shoes makes my lip curl. 🤷🏽♀️#if i keep having to interact w idiots however i might get desensitized enough to the ick of it all to play.
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btw im feeling a lot today bc my neighbor is having a bbq and i really wanna go but i had to lie and say i was working bc everyone there is a hardcore party goer and theres too many covid cases rn so even in an outdoor setting i would need to mask and that crowd would be super weirded out by my n95 and also it would suck bc i wouldnt even be able to eat. anyway. being at risk is like living in purgatory while 99% of the population literally doesnt care.
#I WANNA DO DRUG WITH MY NEIGHBOR AND INSTEAD I HAVE LONG COVID#i think the universe is spitting on me#the levels of restraint i need to have to remind myself that its not worth it#i kinda have to keep thinking about the infection and the bad relapses#even though its super traumatizing lol#bc if i dont force myself to remember i would just go bar crawling like tonight ngl#but then i remember being too weak to moan#and how terrifying those hours were#i remember the days where ive been too weak to move in my bed too weak to breathe without effort#and it kinda kills the urge lol#but it sucks!!! that i have to think about this all the time!!#i wanna forget those horrible times fr but the pandemic is ongoing#the mental fortitude i need to survive this fr.#just bitching#medical cw#i live alone rn i cant have a big PEM im not doing another survival week unable to feed or clean myself#im NOT lol#last year was harrowing and this time around i am more prepared and i WILL not end up at the bottom of the hole again#sorry i need to give myself this pep talk bc i hear the music outside and fuck i wanna drink and smoke weed 😔😔😔😔😔😔
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