I truly live by this. You feel ugly? Make yourself the hottest in the room. Then people won’t think you’re tired and weak. You’ll be a strong bitch people are weirdly afraid of yet attracted too. Works like a charm
This is a total tmi and no one deserves to know this, but when I was really little probably like 8 or 9 I would stick my fingers up my butthole in the shower. No clue why. I have no explanation, the memory popped into my head and now I just can’t stop thinking about it.
I’m also on a tolerance break and I think that it’s making me a bitch.
In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
I’m slowly starting to realize that men in general give me the ick, but I there aren’t a lot of lesbians in my area. And if there are bi women nearby they are def dating men rn... it’s just so much easier to date a man. Like I don’t feel like there’s as much pressure. Idk. I’m rambling cause I’m bored at work
So I fucked up my foot yesterday at knotts berry farm. It was as if someone had a voodoo doll of me; all of the sudden a shooting pain in my foot. Immediately, I thought I couldn’t walk anymore. However, we wanted to ride too more rides, and honestly I thought maybe it really isn’t that bad. Maybe my feet just hurt from being tired, and I was over reacting?
Dude. I was so wrong, once I got home I had a very difficult time falling asleep, I couldn’t get over the pain in my right foot.
When I woke up this morning, it hurt even more than the night previous. Thankfully, my family has a set of crutches, yes they are a little too small even on the tallest setting, but it’s better than nothing. Now I fucking suck at using crutches, honestly I’ve never needed them before.
There was a definite learning curve. Once I went into work, I finally got the hang of it. I originally was only going to be at work for 2 hours, (for context: I work at an escape room and only work when a game is booked) easy enough. Just enough to feel like I’ve done something but nothing too exhausting.
We ended up getting fully booked for the whole night. That’s 8 hours. Walking back and forth and cleaning and resetting for 8 hours. While this whole time the pain has not stopped. I cried at work. It was so embarrassing, I don’t think anyone noticed, and if they did they didn’t say anything.
All my coworkers were being so kind and helpful. One of my bosses even came in to help reset all the rooms I was running. I always feel so guilty when people go out of their way to help me, I don’t know why yet.
So here I am now. Finally home from work it’s almost midnight. I only ate once today because I was so busy. I get into the house, the only sounds are the clock in the wall, and my loud ass crutches. I decided I would leave the crutches by the door and crawl to my bedroom as to not wake anyone up and make them mad. I practically threw myself on the floor in a fit of exhaustion. Roll over to begin my journey. 
But my hands hurt too much to crawl. I’ve now decided to just sleep on the couch. I want to cry. I feel like someone really doesn’t like me and is making sure I know.