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he+it+they ☆ 23 ☆ DID + CPTSD
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♡⊹.* mals / mach ┆★ ˙ᵕ˙
he+it+they ☆ 23 ☆ DID + CPTSD
╰┈➤ personal private vent blog / / ♡
oh god yeah my nurse practitioner called me again this morning. my coverage for (prescription) went through so i wont be out 300 dollars every month. i am barely grateful.
i have to get bloodwork. this is routine when you have chronic health issues that have to be managed. and she wanted to send me to the lab that stabs you over and over while accusing you of abusing drugs. (i have scars.)
i said uhhh no they blew the fuck out of my arm and it hurt so bad dude i was bruised as fuck. can i just get my bloodwork done at the clinic like i did last time.
and she scoffed/huffed/sighed. and we both sat there for a second and i looked at my roommate like. okay. so the neurology thing + then the interrogation about my medical records — which, btw, the clinic fully lost. my first nurse practitioner there in 2018 referenced an xray done by my old general practitioner in like 2016? so they lost all of the medical history from those years at that one clinic and an entire year (2018) at their own fucking clinic.
and of course my roommate lectured me and then when i told her to stop (POLITELY AFTER MUCH LECTURING) she lectured me about not accepting or taking her help. can everyone fuck off so i can kill myself. i swear to god when i fucking kill myself and my dumb asshole neighbours form their shitty opinions about it
whyyy does everything have to turn into a disagreement with my roommate like. i can't just say / suggest anything without it immediately dissolving on me
“tumblr is nice because it’s anonymous and irrelevant so it doesn’t affect my real life in any way.” Wrong. if you are on here for long enough the words of your mortifying adolescent internet diary will be written on the subway walls and tenement halls and out of the mouths of coworkers and over the faces of tiktokers and and in reddit screenshots posted on instagram sent to you by your friends and in ai dupe novelty t shirts and in the smiles of strangers repeating bits you forgot you left lying around on here when you were a teenager. and also pinterest.
i understand that it's unreasonable to expect a band on world tour to play in every country in the world but i do think they should only be allowed to call it a world tour if they play in every continent. we need to make it embarrassing to say world tour and then not even step foot in africa
[unblues a character's eyes]
GUUhh gauh nightmare world is real life
Vintage Perfume
first base: psychosexual obsession
second base: torture
third base: holding hands
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
when youre reading smut and youre positive you have their entire geometry figured out but then someone grabs a knees that shouldn be there
the thing that other gender members don't understand is that members of my gender are constantly being judged and scrutinised by society and the world around us, so we often end up having to become very self-conscious as a survival mechanism; unlike other gender members who i presume probably float gently through life on a cloud of passive acceptance or something
the human body when you use it and exist in it
“but he did [this horrific thing]” i am neither his keeper nor happy with every single decision he makes. Also he is not real
i wish this was in my cart and not someone else’s
you can just take it from their cart. its not their possession if they haven't bought it yet
if i were thrift shopping and you put your hands into my cart to take a unique handpicked item i was intending to purchase i would break your legs