why?

Hearing my mum talk about aspects of her relationship with my dad explains a lot of why I put up with such a bad relationship with my ex. like it runs in my bloodline. No wonder I put up with that shit.

The writing side of tumblr has reached me and now compels me to actually write my stories. I will resist but I don’t know how much longer my “you need to do your work to be a functional member of society” argument can keep me from locking myself away and writing the story that currently has me in its grasp.

Realising I don’t make promises because they were always broken for me as a child really explains some shit.

Seeing things where it’s like “every friend group has one of these!” and it’s listing different mental illnesses as like, someone in your friend group has this one and someone else has that one is so funny (and sad) to me bc. I can look at one (1) of my friends, this one specific friend, and oh boy we certainly do have these. They have these. All of them.

Love when my head goes black when I stand up

My cat just stole my hand and is now using it as a pillow

I’d use a wider variation of emojis but for some reason my keyboard is glitched so the recent emojis don’t update and ain’t no way I’m tryna find them every time from that long ass list so I’m simply cursed with the same few emojis 😔

I have experienced something which I shall now call ‘spicy dissociation’, in which you dissociate just enough to lose all functional ability but not enough to lose all sense of identity. You’re aware of identity, but it’s more like looking at the back of a mirror than into it. You still can’t function though, that’s just gone.

Funny as fuck to me that Australian culture is so vulgar compared to a lot of places. Like, what did you expect from a country founded by convicts?

You know you have imposter syndrome when you doubt you have imposter syndrome.

Shimmering Scars by Muse is such a good hurts song, 10/10 recommend, absolutely needs a music video so it can hurt even more