One must hope that class is fun and annoying people aren’t there.

ok now that I’ve eaten food and am a little further from the verge of bawling, it is kind of fucking hilarious that my sister’s response to me being rlly fucking drained was like “You tend to fill your free time with like class and choreography and stuff, so are you actually going to rest instead of over scheduling your weekend?” OR IN OTHER WORDS “you tend to fill your free time with things you love and which bring you joy so are you actually going to lay at home and cry (??) this weekend instead?”

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On a nice note, one of the flight attendants on my flight last Thursday saw me writing and stopped to tell me, “Your handwriting is so beautiful! Like—wow!!” which is a high I will be holding to for the foreseeable future

my sister likes to revisit the same couple conversations about our parents/upbringing over time and like, I get it, but I rlly do think at the end of the day that like...our parents love us and tried their best in raising us and got a lot of things right—and due to a variety of things, including the fact they both grew up in abusive households and have never like. dealt with that and just like the culture we grew up in, their best wasn't always enough or the type of support we needed and so both of us (and our brother) wound up having aspects of our needs neglected. and yet! we still wind up having the same conversations where she's like "but they came to ALL your track meets and posted pictures of your dance on instagram" and I'm like "yes and (1) refused to get me the medical care I needed, (2) told me they hoped I was "just" depressed when I came out to them, and (3) still didn't actually provide any support for the challenges I experienced as a pre-teen/teen/early adult???"