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Here’s a tale of how emotionally fucked up I am.

Yesterday, I noticed that there was a big butterfly (or it could be a moth idk) in our house. That thing was just chilling on the walls tho so I didn’t mind. Then that night, my sleep was interrupted by the sound of wings flapping. I knew it was that thing. So I’m afraid of insects that could fly. Like, flies and mosquitoes I could deal with. But anything larger than that is a big nope. So I pulled my blanket over my head (which I’m not comfortable with) to protect myself and basically I didn’t sleep well that night.

Then this morning while I was on my computer, that thing showed up.Turns out it didn’t leave my room the whole night. I tried to drive it out of my room and I succeeded and I was relieved. Then like an hour later somehow, that thing managed to find its way back and I was so furious like I was so close to just conquering my fear and just kill the little guy like I don’t care if it’s harmless or anything. But after like a little courage and a little luck, I finally managed to drive that thing out of the house and I made sure that there was no way it was coming back.

It was cold this afternoon and I was not wearing a jacket but I was just fine. At least until we were asked to write a letter to our parents as a part of our recollection then I literally started shivering.

The sight of grandparents having fun is just so pure.