BEWARE OF DOG

bugly

paranoid culture is: a language teacher asking me if he can do anything to make me feel more comfortable, because I'm distressed every lesson, and me taking it as him laughing at me and wanting to compromitate me in front of my peers. i haven't fully spiralled only because first, i know this teacher a bit, second, i'm finishing the semester, so i won't see my peers ever again, third, i'm paying for these classes and it makes me feel in control. it's still bad. very bad. i hate it here (in my brain).

Write whatever you want. Write that incredibly niche thing that only two other people on earth will get. Write the super indulgent cliche thing that makes you kick your feet giddily. Write the angry rage story that whumps them all and makes people cry.