My stupid, misguided notion that I have modern, understanding parents is often broken by stuff like them respond to me saying "I'm having trouble breathing (because of asthma)" with "go sit outside and get some oxygen, you'll be fine."
Over time I've learnt how boring or interesting your life is can be directly measured by how often your response to the question "why did you do that?" or "why did you do it that way?" is "awein."
And it's even worse because you try to act normal so that you don't seem weird. So you are actively trying to make sure no one around you knows how much pain you are in.
Truly such a sad illness upon introspection.
Sometimes I think about how anxiety can truly be such a deep yet silent pain.
The amount of times I've been sitting around people quiet yet seemingly normal, and no one can tell but my heart is beating out of my chest, my throat is dry and I feel like just breaking down.
Y'know those days that get so exhausting that you tell yourself you deserve a break?
What do you do when you have no time but to sleep so you can go to work again?
Fun fact for anyone with a major scrape or related injury: do not keep it covered with gauze or something any longer than absolutely necessary. Otherwise, you might just delay your wound healing for like, a week or smth.
No I'm not talking from personal experience whaddayu mean?
That is easily the best gift you can give me, rather than something you bought at the store (gifts you put time and effort into I absolutely love tho).
Literally just give me an excuse to do something with my friends. I can assure you I'll remember it forever. 4/4
My birthdays tend to be pretty uneventful. Which is why I'll always remember the one 2 or 3 years ago.
I spent it literally helping a friend of a friend move houses, while my family kept calling me to come home to celebrate. But I ended up returning at like 11pm. 1/4
My mom still to this day cannot comprehend why i would spend my 'me day' literally moving someone else's heavy furniture. When the fact is spending the day doing something with my friends, is infinitely more soul satisfying to me than anything else. 3/4
Turning a year older at 24 doesn't feel like it has much significance.
But then I think back to five years ago, about what that kid entering uni thought me and my life would be like in five years.
That's when you realize just how much of an 'adult' you really are now.
It's a weird kind of catharsis, having a person with the same name as someone who tormented you for years, in a position where they hold no power over you.
Having the ability to showcase equal strength, in something as simple as roasting the person during back and forth banter, feels like a good release. As the original person always made me feel weak and powerless.