Something that gets me every time is that I’m Cuban and Thai. But I speak no Spanish or Thai.
Yet….I understand some Japanese and know some words in Korean
HOW
Imagine trying to talk to someone only for them to not listen
Yet I’m still expected to fucking keep track of all the fucking house and that gets thrown away. Fuck me j guess
Depression is crazy…you think you’re strong enough to go abck into the world but when the time comes you can’t stop thinking about all the shirt hats happened during these months
I’m just now coming to terms that my aunt died a week before my grandmother and during that time I was working the workload of two people while putting those amaizng women in the ground, went home and had to leave again. I’m a fucking mess
Intrusive thoughts are wild. Someone can tell me to not touch a plate bc it’s hot and I’ll automatically stick my hand out.
Or I can be going 80mph & randomly remember that my step mom rejected me when I asked if she could adopt me while listening to “Firework” by Katy Perry