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hngggg my mum is always on my ass about how i always grate too much cheese but wont listen when i try to explain to her that i have to do 8 strokes of grating and then turn the block around and do another 8, and if that isnt enough cheese i have to repeat the process and that just happens to be too much
okay so i still haven’t wrapped any gifts bc i’m feeling too scared of the wrapping paper
Luckily, things have lined up today so that it looks like I will just about be able to make that damned appointment. Less than 3 hours of sleep, and all. (Had the alarm set for about 3.5, but got woken up early with an asthma attack. Yep, maple pollen time.)
So, of course my brain really needs to chill. It decided to seize on the idea that, hey, since I can probably drag myself there today? That means I was just making a huge deal out of nothing before, and could have gone last week if I had even tried. (ETA: Yeah, I don't need anyone else to pull that shit on me. The script is well enough installed by now.)
That’s not how anything works, I know it’s not, and it’s not even a particularly good distraction from the PTSD stuff around going near a hospital at all. But, that’s what it decided to do.
I know it shouldn’t hurt me, but my birthday was on Wednesday and some of my friends didn’t wish me a happy birthday.
One of my friends mentioned celebrating my birthday when I come up tomorrow, but no one responded like they wanted to.
I know they probably don’t mean anything about it, but I just need to get some emotions off my chest.
I love them no matter what though.
I can’t sleep because there were two spiders in my room and ohhh how much fun paranoia and psychosis have with that..
I wish my life was like a movie
I wish that I could call up my best friend and he come over and just give me a long hug. He lives next door, it would work. I wish I could leave home for a few hours to go to my refuge before starting my homework. It's a 10 minute walk, it would work. But it doesn't work. Because my life isn't a movie.
This ritual is probably really bad, but it's too embarrassing to tell anyone about.