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[yourdepressedfuckerus]

my opinion, if u don't want it, don't read it.

No offence to all of Italy... but... France and Switz should have won eurovision. I still think Italy wasn't bad... just. I'm french. But we got second place!!!

It was just sooo shocking when it just came out of no where.

UK shows Brexit.

Gemrany was sooo good. IDU how it was so low. I liked it.

Malta was really good too.

Switz was also realy good. Plus it was in french so that was good.

This is my opinion. So if u don't agree with me, don't hate me.

I'm not saying all of them where bad, no I actually likes most of the songs, I was just sooo fucking surprised how Italy won, out of no where...

[chaotic0night0witch0]

I remember things so differently from NT people, it's actually damaging to my education.

Like, sometimes it's funny. For example, I can't remember the name of roads or streets or anything like that except if they're very important to remember (and even then I'll mess up.) My little sister knows every road name precisely. My dad did like a little fun test. "What's this road called?" he asked us. My littler sister replied: "Cotton Road." I replied: "road with bendy's and the man-tree at the corner. golf court."

He asked again when we made a turn. My little sister: "Holly Oak Street!" Me: "road with the big blue house and the rainbow flag."

I still know exactly where we are, just don't know the names.

The times it's absolutely horrible that I remember things like this is during exams, or even just homework or schoolwork. I can't remember scientific words. Much less if it's chemistry or physics. They have nothing to compare it with, it's just letters, words, symbols. With biology you can still kinda match words with things. But I'll remember what the thing does, why it does that, what it looks like, I just can't for the life of me remember what it's called. What the hell is it called?? For me; "purple stripe with bumps and is in charge of making proteins." I told that to my friend and she just went "oooh you mean the rough endoplasmic reticulum?" No idea what she meant. I just nodded.

But like, I know I'm not alone in this. I'm sure I'm not.

My questions is, though... how do schools not know this? That people think like this? And in many other ways than this? Why do they focus on just naming things for marks? Why are marks even a thing? Why are exams a thing?

And if schools do know... why aren't they doing anything about it? Or is it just the US and its shitty school system?

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

saame. I'm dyslexic, and I live in France, when my brain only "clicks" in english. The school system is exactly like that. I can never remember what a specific word is but I know how to turn around it (same for the streets too). sometimes I even get the shape of the word, but it's blur, so idk. But the US system was way better than the French system... (in France they're very strict, or maybe it's just my school, which is part german)

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

Dyslexia 2

here's another post about dyslexia:

here's how I'm going to explain it when you in a class full of excellent people: the class is on the shore of France, and the first one to get to America by water, wins. Everyone in the class gets engine boats (some better than others), and you... you don't get anything. You have to swim across. They're all doing fine, but the thing is, they don't know that you're struggling, cuz they don't see you. When the teacher comes to help, it's to stand in her own boat next to you and tell you: "You got this! Come on! You can do this!" and then leave. So they all arrive in America and get their rewards, and you're drowning in the middle of the ocean. And by the time you arrive, you have to run across America to Peru. They get cars, you get running shoes. And it's an endless cycle. Not only do they get the advantage, but you're out of breath, you have to take a break, but if you do, you lose, and you're expelled. And no one notices. You're alone.

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

What it’s like to be dyslexic...

So I have break downs.... I decided to write down, and share what I was thinking, in hopes that I am not alone going through the same thing:

“I don’t think you understand what dyslexia is. I have to work 110% to understand a fucking test question! I have to work so hard for things that are so little. But no one notices because my 110% is your 5% of hard work! So I’ve been called lazy and stupid my whole life. No one understands the amount of work I’m doing because it’s not enough. I’m never enough for you guys. I’m tired of having to put up with all of your bitching, and everybody’s judgments. I’m suffering so fucking much, and no one understands or listens. Because no one cares. I’m just a stupid girl that has trouble reading, and that doesn’t want to work. That’s who I am. But no one understands that I give you all of me, and you never give me anything back. But I still give and give, until my head can’t take it anymore. So I break. And I try to take a step back, to understand slowly, but society forces me to move two steps at a time. I can’t slow down. I can’t go faster. And if I stay the way I am, I won’t amount to anything! I am stuck in a stupid world, full of ignorant bitches who tell me I’m not enough. Who doesn’t understand. Who don’t want to understand.I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make them understand that I am not lazy. That I work so hard, though no one notices. That I don’t give up, though everybody pushes me down. I don’t know how to get better. I don’t think I can get better. This is something I will have for the rest of my miserable life. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for them to understand. Just give me a break. Literally for a day. Let me slow down. Take one step at a time. I want to tell my parents to let me give up, at least for one class. But they push me… in everything! I have to try my best in every fucking class. I have to be a good girl, and get good grades, and work harder. But I mentally can’t take any of it anymore. I am slowly going insane. And you’re all driving me there!I don’t know what to do anymore. So I don’t do anything. I continue working at my most. I continue trying. I take in the criticism and ignore them the best I can. And I climb up the mountain where you all throw down your rocks on me. But I won’t let go. I can’t. I’m just asking for someone to understand. For someone to be at my side, to support me. But after my 15 years of life, I know how to hold my own hand. And yet, now you ask me to open up, to ask people for help. I grew up thinking I didn’t need their help. That I was alone in the world. I don’t think it’s possible for me to open up to anyone. You’re late. I’m gone. And all because no one understood what it’s like to be dyslexic, and mentally unstable.” 

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

so. I’m a writer. But Idk how to make relationships. Mostly how to start them. Can someone plz help. I’ve never had a love life (apart from guyfrommyfavoritbook x reader). So if you could help me real quickly that would be kind. thx...

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

sooo. my parents are full on catholic. They force me and my siblings to do a prayer with them each night. Not long ago, I told them I didn’t believe in their god, and told them I was into witchcraft. At first they were okay with it... i think. my dad kept on making jokes and shit. this morning (Sunday) my mom tried to force me to church. My dad said church had nothing to do with religion and it was about being in a family, and spending time together. I know my parents are trying to convert me back. My dad insulted my beliefs calling them “truc a la con” which means things that are pure bullshit. He said that I didn’t spend enough time with them, and that he wanted to know what happened in my head so that I go do something so “stupid”. First off, the day before, i was having an anxiety attack, that my sister helped me with, and I always go to school early cuz I hate being late. 

IDK what to say about this. I guess I just don’t want to be like them. I want to be my own person, and that ppl don’t think of me as their daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, they’re amazing (sometimes), and they try to help me in school, but I feel like, if I’m like them, I’ll never be free. I want t have a different life from them. I don’t want to settle down, have a family, and grow old. I want to live a life full of experiences, and fun, and dangers. To me, their religion prevents me from doing that, since it’s too controlling. 

How do I tell them this? They take everything badly. Anyone have any advice?

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

Generation Z would be the ones to cut their wrist (because of depression) and make it look like a smiley face

[yourdepressedfuckerus]

mom vs breakdowns

I love how I’m having a mental breakdown, and my mom comes in a yells at me because school isn’t going great, and now, still in my break down, she’s forcing me to rewrite all my lessons, and memorize them.