i can't think of anything clever

My mom comes home about an hour later and asks me if I did the dishes and vacuumed. I told her I did the dishes, but I didn't vacuum. When she asked why I didn't, I told her that she didn't ask me to.

Here's the thing, she says she did ask me before she left for work that morning. She said I sat up in bed and looked at her as if I was awake and answered her with some sort of acknowledgment.

I take antidepressants so my family isn't constantly asking me why I'm sad; so they aren't worried about me all the time; so I don't have random outbursts of anger and sob uncontrollably when I'm faced with any minor inconvenience; so maybe, just maybe, I won't consider myself a worthless piece of shit who is nothing but a disappointment to everyone around me; so I don't think that everyone hates me and is just pretending to like me because they feel sorry for me; because artificially created serotonin is better than no serotonin; because meditation and fruit smoothies don't always work, Karen.

I take antidepressants to function in society.

I like to believe that I'm not racist, but I know there's at least some unintentional racism in me. Like when I judge someone right away before I'm like "oh shit, no, get to know them first."

Vampires;

Stepping on Legos barefoot;

Inflation;

Your ice cream cone falling on the ground;

Working 40+ hours a week and still being just barely above poverty level because you're not getting paid a living wage;

Watching a pet or loved one die;

Not having your own kingdom to rule over so you can freely guillotine selfish rich people who believe that you can survive a whole year on a measly $600 that can't even pay half of the bills you owe due to being locked down and jobless because of a pandemic that isn't going away any time soon, and think that you can save money if you just stop buying avocado toast and invest the non-existent extra money you have after all the bills are taken care of and put a portion of your paycheck into savings each month despite the fact that you've barely been living paycheck-to-paycheck for the past who-knows-how-long;

My mom would supervise me or have someone else watch me while I played outside.

On one end, you have the trump hater bashing him with actual facts and evidence

Then I got covid.

I watched an anime somewhere between 2007-2010 that already was a bit old. I've been trying to find it for years, but haven't had any luck because I can't remember the name.

The first episode starts off with this guy waking up on a train and leaving it on a small plane-like thing (kinda the same size as Naussica's glider, if I remember correctly) and flies to this boarding school/military training place. There's some kind of war going on. I believe it's a yaoi, or at least a light BL like Gakuen Heaven.

I've looked up all of the aviation anime, war anime, old yaoi/BL anime, and even just old anime in general, and it's not in any lists I've found.

The game is fairly simple. When your uterus decides to punish you for not giving it a fertilized egg to nurture, try to figure out if that nausea or diarrhea is just from your uterus' anger issues or if you've somehow come down with COVID.

Will I avoid dairy products if this turns out to be true?

I had had a rough summer between 3rd and 4th grade, between changing schools (my new grade was just taught in a different school in the same town), being separated from all of my friends, being diagnosed with epilepsy that summer, and my dad dieing a week before school started (so hella depression time). To top it all off, I had a difficult time making new friends and had a slight learning disability with a mild case of ADD. Not a good combo.

Anyway, this bitch had hollow, sunken-in eyes, a black hole for a heart, and absolutely no compassion for those who are even remotely challenged. I had a medical ID necklace that I was playing with one day (admittedly disturbing class, but again, ADD), and she stopped what she was doing, marched right over to my desk, grabbed my necklace away from me and threw it in the garbage (that's hella illegal where I live, btw). I cried and she yelled at me for crying. I told my mom and she was furious. She yelled at the principal and my teacher, but nothing was done except for a slap on the wrist. Any chance my teacher got, she would make fun of me or my other classmate who had a major learning disability. Hella bitch.