I'm very uninterested in foreign colleges but apparently a couple of indian colleges accept the sat for some reason and i went to check it out? and damn when my dad said "don't practice sat math for too long your math skills will deteriorate and you will lose all your brain cells" he really wasn't kidding. americans y'all wouldn't survive a week in the indian education system fr:')
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me when i'm tired and hurting and scared and angry and no one is coming to help me and i don't say that to be negative or guilt anyone who might see this vent i say it as a fact because no one is going to help i have to help myself and i don't want to i don't want to help myself i want to lean on someone for once without being taken advantage of and i want to talk about my anger and express it and get it out in a healthy manner and i want to talk about how scared i am how my health terrifies me and i don't really know what's going on and i know my body to the best extent i can i and i have worked endlessly trying to conserve energy so i can do basic tasks like dishes and bathing myself and i have been working so fucking hard to fight the internalized ableism in me that screams that everything shouldn't be this hard and i should just Be Able to do these things and i don't have anything to actually fight these thoughts! because i don't actually know what's wrong and i have tried for the past three years. three fucking years. to make this one appointment. just one. to talk to a different professional and tell them i need help i and living less than half my life and i can't take it most days i can't take this cycle of deteriorating physical health into deteriorating mental health and round and round. i'm exhausted. i can't do the things i enjoy. i work so hard to try to do them occasionally. and i work hard to try and appreciate and enjoy it. and it's just hard.
i just want to vent tonight. i'm stressed. we've been having small bug problems lately. and then there's the waterlogged part of the carpet where we don't know where the water is coming from. and tonight i saw what might have been a roach and. i grew up between my mom and aunts place, and my aunts was beyond covered with bugs. at night it was horrifying and finding a place to sleep sucked ass. so it just. fucking triggered me, and i'm so tired and hurting but i pulled out appliances and things and sprayed down bugs and spots i've seen them in and. so i sat down and i was already overwhelmed and i couldn't find the remote so i could put something on and relax. and i did find it. but i just had to sit and work on breathing and cry a bit. i'm home all the time and i constantly am thinking about this. i'm so stressed about it. OH and it was made sooooo much worse because for the first time i saw one in our room. and. that nearly sent me into a panic attack. we have been so strict with having no food or anything like that in the bedroom. and it didn't do anything. there was still a bug. where there's one, there's so many more. i am. going to try and fucking relax.
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The amount of family drama I have fucking dealt with over this past....week and a half, that came to a head this weekend. Y’all have no idea (and yeah hey hi, I dropped off the face of the earth, this is why lmfao. My parents suck 👍👍)
Anyway I think if BOTH of your kids sit you down and spend OVER 4 HOURS very gently trying to tell you that you need to see a fucking doctor and get help because you’re hurting other people AND yourself and we’re tired of pretending you aren’t anymore. And your only response to that is to fucking Bible-bash them. And straight up SAY “I know “bible-bashing” is a thing but-” as if we’re MAKING IT UP or it’s NOT REAL. Before proceeding to do FOUR HOURS of Bible-bashing without listening to a single motherfucking thing we have to say.
Then you know what fine. Fuck you. Go “pray” about it or whatever, I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m done. We’re both done with you guys. We don’t care no more.
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Seeing the person who lied about me reblog trans rights and anti-racism posts while running around claiming they're such a great white cis ally is soooo fucking funny. It's so performative to a near comical degree that it almost feels like a parody.
Yes. You're such a great ally to brown trans-people. So great in fact that you decide to lie about them being a violent pr*dator, lies that have gotten innocent brown and trans people killed before, to make yourself look better. Bravo. You deserve a fucking medal.
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Dean in that one hellhound episode in season 2: it's selfish to trade your life for someone else and make them live without you just because you couldn't live without them
Dean by the end of season 2: sells his soul to save Sam because he can't live without him
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I wanna know about your life so bad. You have so many stories to tell, twice as many as me and you can tell them better too. Maybe I have clarity but you have experience and perspective that I don't, not to mention that you're not a basket case like some of us.
I just wanna be treated like everything I am and most people are too dumb for that. Most of the time I actually want to be treated like a boy, then I also wanna be treated like a queen and then there's being a needy insecure mess too. I'm so simple, people are just stupid and boring. Glad that you exist.
You can play and you can also separate it much better than me. I just joke with life altogether and it's obviously not working out that great. You're safe and you can entertain me so well. I don't know who's amusing who, actually. Haha. I care for safe much more but boring people make me depressed – you're perfect and so so smart.
I don't know how I could think you'd hate me, seriously how many people would kick the door down like me. Who'd play so well – I know I play well even though I'm neurotic af. Then again is it enough? Depends on what you like. I don't know I can't be anything else anyway. So whatever it brings.
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