You know what I hate, being inspired and having the best ideas when I'm in bed trying to sleep.
It's already bad enough to have insomnia, I don't need more reasons to have difficulty sleeping.
(2)
I honestly thought I was paying them, and there was an issue with the banking app.
I even brought it to my therapist attention during my appointment back in June that I wasn't charged in May.
I'll be looking closer into their books later.
(1) I got in contact, and they sent me their books pertaining to myself, and it turned out their automated system is really bad and hasn't been charging me for a few months. But it occasionally charged me for different months, like July's charge in August.
I'm so used to being called cute and compliments. Now the first thing people say is, "Wow, you look terrible," man... I know. Thanks for pointing that out.
On rare occasions, I have a day in which I manage to not be afraid anymore, I'll do things without trying to negotiate with myself, planning ahead, or am stuck in the past. When I am living in the moment and I am just happy so fucking happy.
Today is one of those days βΊοΈ
Talking pretty much only English with my friends, but the moment I am talking to a stranger who speaks English, I go back to speaking my Native language as if they can understand me.
I don't even know why I do this. π
Being uncomfortable, pissed and in pain due to menstrual pain, all you need is to give me a hot water bottle, and all becomes mellow. All is fine in my world.
I get nosebleeds so often that I just casually walk around the house with blood stains on my clothes, and nobody in my family questions it.
The perfect alibi π
I'm grieving someone who isn't dead.
When everything you were to them is gone and isn't coming back, becoming an unknown stranger and everything they were is slowly disappearing to a husk.
And knowing that I am already resigned to going through this loss again.
Fuck Alzheimer