Jul 11
Kinda realizing that I’m lowk a sad excuse for a person
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Kinda realizing that I’m lowk a sad excuse for a person
Having ADHD and Generalized Anxiety Disorder while being sad is wild experience because you’ll just space out getting in your own head and then you get mad at yourself for wasting what little time you have on this planet instead of being productive and then you get even more sad because you’re just laying there wasting away and you know that you should be trying to at least do something to make yourself feel better
Unparalleled emotion in my heart rn with a resting face identical to my normal resting face but violently pissed.
Feeling kinda empty rn. Not like, sad, or even empty in a sad way. Just sort of, bla. Like a cloudy day (not the good kind where you can see the clouds, the kind where it’s like, mono-grey and you can’t tell where the clouds are).
I kinda wish I was the Roaring Knight rn, I don’t wanna face reality.
One time, my mom and her friend made a chocolate cake with jello worms in it, and told me and my brothers it was real worms and dirt, and they tried making us eat it, and then didn’t let us have any of it when we were told it was cake and jello. Ninety percent sure we either didn’t eat that night, or she made like, PB&Js. Weird part is, it’s the ONLY time she’s done something like that.
I would love it if any of the maternal figures in my life would verbally express any kind of pride in me. There’s only one instance (that I know of) of any of them telling me that they’re proud of me. I feel like I’m not important to any of them.
Just finished cleaning. Had to work with my younger brother. I was one snide remark away from showing that boy violence not even the most war-torn nations could fathom. I would have shown him the wrath of ten thousand angered gods. The fire in my blood could have burned down the mightiest of cities. No military would have stopped me. He would have known fear that could never be replicated by even myself.