Wysteria

Elphaba: Maybe it’s because I make him think.

Glinda: Elphie sweetie, do you even hear yourself? You know that’s impossible, men never think!

Elphaba: Is playing dumb your favorite hobby?

Fiyero: I have much practice at it.

He’s so cute qwq I just wish it was cool enough for me to wear the hoodie too

I’ve been struggling with my mental wellbeing for a while. I’ve always had issues socializing and making friends, and lately it’s like the two are running hand in hand in an attempt to make me do a final spiral.

I really just wish I would be an actual just normal level of anything, because maybe then it wouldn’t be so hard to fit into new places, to make new friends, to not become a nuisance that has to be disposed of. Honestly though, the worst part is that nobody will tell me that to my face.

Usually I only realize it after the fact, but everyone is just way too nice to tell me how unbearable I am as a person. I want to be kind, and likable, and easy to get along with, and interesting, and fun. I know it would probably hurt my feelings a lot, but maybe if people were a little less nice to me it would justify why I hate myself so much.

Because I do, I really do hate how socially inept I am, how incapable I am. I only work two part time jobs, not even 30 hours most weeks, and I have the audacity to be tired. I ruin all my own chances, every career path, every job. I’m a dressing room attendant because I was so useless everywhere else and complained too much. I couldn’t even hold the title of manager at my other job because I was so useless and unable to do better.

Honestly the only good thing I could do in my life is clean up my room and sell my stuff to cover my own funeral expenses.