May 22
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so cute lesbians
I don't always sleep that well at night, but my dad clearly sleeps worse than me. He's almost always up before me, he falls asleep in the evening almost constantly, and I just get worried sometimes. If I needed more reminders of time being a constant marching processional of stress and anxiety, my dad being so exhausted constantly certainly doesn't help anything. I just end up worrying about him being sleepy or exhausted or whatever, and it really stresses me out.
Whenever my dad is falling asleep and we're trying to watch something now, I get insecure and start yelling at him. I think it's because my fear is of him getting older as I am and of all that entails. Although...huh. Well, this is bleak, but my mom did begin dying of her brain cancer when she fell basically catatonic on our couch a day or two after easter. This led to her needing to be taken to the hospital, then she died over a period of a few months. I grieved, but I moved on remarkably well. I miss my mom, but I'm much more concerned about things like how insecure my future look. And I wonder if my dad being sleepy all the time triggers me by reminding me of my mom's death? Maybe?
I don't know if that's actually what it is. But I feel like it is possible. And either way, I can't help stressing out when my dad gets sleepy. I don't know why, but it isn't really fun for me. I wonder if this is a good topic for the group therapy session in March? I mean..the bit about my mom's death is kind of bleak. But it is still an important topic.
hadn’t been through their blog in months
hello im auditioning for the role of the doctor and ill be singing the things we lost in the fire by bastille
The next two weeks are going to be awful. Two big papers, one small paper, a portfolio, two big projects, and a self-portrait are all going to be due withing the next two weeks.
If we're talking and I disappear it isn't because of you, it's because school has decided to murder me
So, on that note, I will be going to a show for a friend with the last bit of free time I have left and will see you all later~