When my dad said I needed therapy because I told my parents I loved the big ass cup I got in grade 3 more than I love myself. This was three days ago, where is my trauma bean bag dad
I love how Michael saw a depressed person like himself and immediately thought "yeah, this is it" and went for it
I've been using tinder. I think I'm ready to jump now.
One time, I was on Coronado Island during SDCC and saw you. It's probably been 12-15 years now. Since that day, sometimes when I feel out of place because maybe my style or vibe doesn't match the crowd I'm in, I think, "Stop! Be as comfortable and confident as Neil Gaiman walking around wearing all black in the California sunshine!"
This sounds very wise. I long ago learned I'm more comfortable feeling like me.
The question is
I'm genderfluid
Is this subject to change if I retake the quiz???
Low-key lol-ing
Take the quiz for yourself if you're interested! It's completely free and short, enjoy yourself!
https://www.idrlabs.com/gender-coordinates/test.php
My heart problems are not because of Monster, it's nearly dead from having crippling anxiety since birth.
Bro it's hard to be my kind of stupid AND financially responsible, I'm never fucking moving out lol
the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday
I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after
Reid Reading Solitaire by Alice Oseman
Possible spoilers below
I never thought I would identify with a character as strong as I do with Tori Spring. I've never thought I could be anyone who matters to someone, and I still don't now, even with the friends I've found after growing up learning how to be on my own, especially when second-guessing everything you feels like it's all you ever do. The backpack chapter reasonated with me, every time I get overwhelmed, I make a decision completely blown out of proportion to make something feel right about me, to stop the panic and racing thoughts.
Then there's overthinking what to say, around family and friends and strangers, what to feel, what your morals are and what separates you from your intrusive thoughts. Every thought you have in conversation is about what other people see in you and how you relate to the conversation in the slightest, making you aware you're such a bloody narcissist. Contradicting yourself often, which confuses everyone else and frustrates you the most. But while those people contradict themselves, you feel both the confusion and frustration, almost for the other person.
You try to keep it all down then, because while you know have everything, you feel like you need more. You can't believe it, you're already trying to earn what you have now, what else could you possibly want?
And then there is wondering, about the "why" when you want something. Why do you want it if the cost is too risky? What would you do to get it? Why would you work so hard if it might end badly for you?
The contradiction, when you need help, you don't want to be alone, but the company you have doesn't feel like what you need, you feel like a watcher of your own uninteresting life. Second guessing, (do I actually want this?) I don't know what I'm actually going to feel if I get what I think a moment of unexplored comfort would be. Maybe it will be suffocating. Maybe it isn't possible. Maybe I'd ruin it. That's when the wondering goes further.. What about your identity is truly yours? Which pieces have you handpicked from the people in your life, and what is actually inside you that makes you who you are? Maybe you don't want to ever know.
This all being said, the one thing I feel separated myself from Tori Spring's character- was that she doesn't like to read, my little dark heart sank from my body in dismay. I still love her though, enough to breathe through the book in one afternoon.
As someone who's grown up biting their nails aggressively out of anxiety and is now trying to grow them out I just want to say HOLY FUCK HAVING NAILS IS FUCKING RAD I CAN SCRATCH MY ITCHY ASS LEGS NOW
✷ Reid 20 he/they/she infj 9w1 ✷ fiction writer and compulsively asocial, first time blogger ✒ first blog (emphasis)
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