أُقدر الشخص الذي يضع صحة النفسية فوق كلّ شيء، يُعاشر المحب لذاته، يهتمّ بروحه، يقرأ كتبً تزيدُ من ثقافته، روحه مرحة، قلبه نظيفٌ وسهلُ المعشرِ.
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أُقدر الشخص الذي يضع صحة النفسية فوق كلّ شيء، يُعاشر المحب لذاته، يهتمّ بروحه، يقرأ كتبً تزيدُ من ثقافته، روحه مرحة، قلبه نظيفٌ وسهلُ المعشرِ.
Burger for lunch
im glad i am such an angel
for i can do nothing and still be loved
freaking the fuck out everytime i have to go to therapy bc i dont have shit to talk about anymore
Tears in the morning.
Today is the first day of the new school semester of where I officially start my program. I feel a little concerned since I don’t know exactly what I got myself into. I haven’t really look at the classes I’m taking. I just kind of signed up for them. I hope for the best. But before I even begin to read the syllabus I want to take a moment to express how I feel. Last night was the first time my mother heard me call her a bitch. And I didn’t deny it when she questioned it. Yes, she was mad. But I think that she deserved it at the moment. She was very moody and called the soonbudu jjigae I made trash. I even made a cheesecake that day and she ate it behind my back and called it ugly and just threw the knife on top of my cheesecake with a face of dissatisfaction. I was really irritated with the way she acted last night. Very child-like. I say this every time, but I don’t think she is mature enough to be a mother. I feel that there are often times than not that I am more mature than she is. I even thought about it for a long time last night if what I did was wrong. My mind didn’t waiver. I knew what I said had to be said. A scenario of me threatening to kill myself even came across my mind. How awful. I think that you’re a bad mother if your child even thinks about killing themselves because of you. The thought of it made me tear up in bed this morning. But I stopped myself after a few moments since I remember I can’t be this way for the first day of school. Was not a preferred way to start off the first day of school, but life goes on. I feel a little better expressing how I feel. Now I can start my classes. Best of luck to me!
Can this one thing go right, please? I’m seriously fucking trying. 😣
I am severely over caffeinated whoops