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(based on these two posts, of course)
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@snow-and-backpain
COMPUTER! Show me... THE BIG ONE.
(based on these two posts, of course)
i feel i dont deserve anything good when i am not doing good
why is it when i dont feel good in one area of life i dont want to feel good in any other area of life; that i dont want to allow myself that
if feel bad once -> then must feel bad all the time
Me getting estradiol
its so nice to cuddle with someone
i wish i had someone else to do it with
The worst question i ever asked someone was ‘how are you so happy’. I didnt ask in a condensing way or a serious way. I asked in a way… in that sort of light hearted, joking way (like if you saw someone eating something and you jokingly asked ‘how can you eat that’). The look they gave me… they seemed confused why i would ask such a question. As though they found it odd that i found it odd that someone can be so happy. I guess. But my side isnt unusual either
yknow, i never thought i'd have trouble with eating
go figure
i gotta do better
i have no one
i am once again, struggling and alone
why do i always do this
if im gonna be alone why cant i at least not struggle
im so scared
i dont think i can be happy next semester
i think, i think im gonna have to let myself go there
i dont think i can be happy
i dont think i can have both
why is it always the case that one of these days will be our last interaction
i never know how to feel about that
i wish i didn't think of it and that i could keep going ignorantly until years later i realize oh shit, we aint spoken in years .o.
im not sure how to feel about knowing our last interaction was (or will be) our last interaction
im scared but what will saying it do
will i find people?
will i sound like a loser?
like someone who doesn't know shit?
theres a mosquito in my room
this is not about the mosquito
solo quiero a alguien a quien puedo dicir estoy triste
y me decían está okey, se va a mejorar; sigue con tus cosas
y que estarían (¿que se quedarían?) a lao mío
físicamente.., o en video puede estar okey
me canso de estudiar solo
yo tengo mis compañeros de clase, pero no estamos juntos
¿quienes son? ¿como van? como siguen? ¿entienden mas? ¿tienen mas confianza?
me siento sola
estoy sola en esto
mis profesores, ¿es esto normal?
no peude ser
les hablo
y no me contestan
no les puedo hablar sobre esto; no dicen nada; me hace sentír...
pues,...
y no puedo dicirle a ninguna persona
na mas me miran y queda el silencio
me siento mas sola
esto no puede ser normal
asi que, que me pasa?
ya quiero sacarme de este sentimiento
déjame salir al favor
quiero estar en paz
im so nervous
i feel alone, i know im not i know that
but, i have no one
we're doing the same thing but im still doing it alone, i hope they are too
hi
i am scared
Like Church by Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered
I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”
Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft
In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.
Yeah this all checks out
solo quiero abrazar a alguien y sentir que estoy en casa