Me, sipping my lemon tea that has a little bit of milk in it: I really hate how people treat me like I’m 7 years old and try to control my life like they’re my mother but slightly better (though only because they are not my mother). I also hate how I’m expected to be the person who speaks out about shit when other people are too scared to. I feel like everyone ignores my anxiety just because I’m a bit loud at times. I can’t be at 100% 24/7.














