I Just Convinced My Therapist That Her New Puppy Is A Small Trickster Spirit That That She Accidentally

Foreshadowing

Me: im sad

Dad: *drags me outside*

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

Maturing is wanting to go feral but knowing you'll regret it and that you need to conserve energy to get through the rest of the day

I was upset because I'm in an amphitheatre at art uil and it's taking forever for the award ceremony but one of the other schools just started playing duck duck goose and made a freaking conga line

Update: they are now singing bohemian rhapsody

Another update, about 30 min from the original post: they played Marco Polo

One of them just went up and said everyone's art was amazing and good job :')

Two of them stared slow dancing

Kazoo line

They played rock paper scissors

There's are kid in a fedora

They did the mocaraina in a line

They got a laser pointer

I feel like dog shit (mentally and physically), the only way im going to school today is if i have an IV full of caffeine

Time to listen to angsty music and lament my existence

Man I fucking hate people everyone in choir, they're so mean to the other people (the noticeably autistic kids and the blind girl), they are so mean to them, the girl doesn't realize they're being mean to her and they don't stop when the others tell them, none of the teachers treat them like people it's so weird and upsetting but if I say something I'm scared they'll make me part of the joke and I can't go through being the punchline again

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

Leonardo da Vinci had ADHD

Saw someone's geometric shape thing on my desk in math and was inspired to draw a mutagen worm and then I did a background because heaven forbid my peers don't understand the reference