i'm a witch & you can't kill me

dyke march, rad pride, & pride are all this weekend but i don't wanna do that much walking because of my pulled muscle. but pride is all about suffering.

i will not dyke march, i'll park near the end point & dyke sit. i'll dyke bring a snack.

therapy was fine, we talked about why i didn't want to talk about it, which is what i wanted to talk about. i'm gonna go read in the cemetery for a bit & then go home & sew.

it helps tremendously to have a therapist who is also nonbiney!!!!!!! i wouldn't even bring gender up at all with a cis therapist, it's like talking to a dog.

there are just so many things to do & i feel like i'm failing because i'm not doing them all at the same time

& everybody's definitely mad at me for it but they're just not saying anything

wait, you're still using the gender you were assigned at birth? you're still using your BABY gender?? gross. grow up.

when i was little i thought martha’s vineyard was a literal vineyard owned by martha stewart

a former classmate of mine wrote one of those “what i did over the summer” essays in m*ddle sch**l about spending the summer in martha’s vineyard and the whole time she read her essay to the class i remember thinking “she...let you in? you stayed in her vineyard for the whole summer? with the grapes??”

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i feel weird & sad this morning, i think i'm just anxious about therapy today. i hate being perceived & i hate being misunderstood. i can be vulnerable on many levels but there are other levels that are closed off & i don't want to talk about.

i know you have to experience discomfort to grow but nobody seems to appreciate that i am doing uncomfortable work on myself all the time. there isn't enough recognition for how hard i push myself in the service of personal growth.

frankly i'm tired of working on myself, i want to be done

i feel weird & sad this morning, i think i'm just anxious about therapy today. i hate being perceived & i hate being misunderstood. i can be vulnerable on many levels but there are other levels that are closed off & i don't want to talk about.

i know you have to experience discomfort to grow but nobody seems to appreciate that i am doing uncomfortable work on myself all the time. there isn't enough recognition for how hard i push myself in the service of personal growth.