Bro My Boyfriend's House Just Got Hit By Lightning The Fuck

I have so much creative energy and if someone does not give me some sort of project that uses up that energy I will be included to use it for destruction and/or violence

Time to listen to angsty music and lament my existence

Pitbulls are essentially just really cute, goofy toddlers with a whip for a tailbone

Why is my best work when I don't have actual drawing paper

I have to make a fucking foldable for a major grade in English class, WHY?! I could easily do a multiple page essay with properly cited sources (this project is "so we learn how to cite correctly) like we're sophomores what the fuck do we need to be making a college level career pamphlet for?! Just have us write a damn essay this is so unnecessary and stressful! She thinks just because she gave us a week to do this it's MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME. ITS NOT, she talked every day for a fifth of the period expecting us to pay attention, and I'm in her loudest class and I have fucking ADHD and autism! I can't handle working in that class on a normal day much less one with no structure! And it's not like I can do it at home because it's right before finals so EVERYONE is giving us giant projects and I need sleep! I can't even work on my chrome book because it won't support the apps I need my family doesn't have the extra money to get me a decent computer or laptop and the school library is closed for fucking testing! I was just starting to be healthy and get sleep and eat a decent amount of food at regular times and not replace water with energy drinks and then this shit hits me like a bus! I hate school and I hope whoever makes this system goes through 10 times the mental and physical agony that american students and (most) teachers.

Me: im sad

Dad: *drags me outside*

Sun light: You are healed, I have healed you.

When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship

I hate scoliosis i wish someone would just snap my spine like a glow-stick

Why the hell do ppl feel the need to make noise

for an aro person, I fantasize a lot about intimacy. but not in a romantic context like smoochy ooky pooky boo-boo...hell no.

intimacy as in being completely emotionally open to/with someone, being so comfortable with them that you just feel safe and warm. I want to have that type of closeness with someone without having to feel guilty that I won't be able to give them romantic love.

it can be something so very deep within my core, but it's just...not romantic. is that so bad?