the worst part of fair is saturday night when you can hear all the animals being hauled away by the buyers all night long and then you wake up sunday morning to an empty pen :/ hurts every time, even after 9 years.
The way your period deadass chemically changes your cognitive ability to process thoughts and emotions like I can’t tell if I’m going insane or if anything I’m feeling is real or valid
breakdowns don’t necessarily mean crying, most of the time, it’s you blanky staring somewhere and not having the energy to continue doing whatever it is you’re doing