Sorry For Being Angry And Not Quiet And Reserved. Im Coming To Terms With The Fact I Have An Incurable

Sorry for being angry and not quiet and reserved. I’m coming to terms with the fact I have an incurable disease and will feel like shit for the rest of my life.

Actually no. I’m not sorry. I never claimed to be a good person. Stop expecting me to be quiet and “good,” and “perfect.” I’m sure you wouldn’t be fun to be around either if your body was constantly on fire and the doctor straight up told you that it’s just going to be that way forever.

No, I won’t apologize for hating everyone. Because guess what? All of my mental problems are caused by people. So yeah, I hate people. I’m scared of people. But it’s easier to be angry than sad and scared. So fuck you, actually.

a lot of the people you guys are calling narcissists could easily be replaced with the word “asshole”

once i was in the TSA line for a flight and it was SO LONG that TSA decided to just drop all the security protocols. leave everything in the suitcase including electronics. keep your shoes on. don't go through the fancy 360 scanner, just the metal detector. get out of here. and i was like ohhhh so you admit this is all just your stupid community theatre production that you've made me be a part of for all this time and it doesn't actually mean anything real. okayyyyy

it makes me so fucking angry. Why do palestinians trying to escape genocide have to ask how you are. Why do they have to apologize for sending asks. Why must every message stast with saying they wish the reader well, they they hope you're doing okay, that they're so sorry to bother you. Do these people have to act nice and sweet for anyone to care? Do they have to make sure you're doing well before they have the right to ask for anything? Its horrific.

Heard someone scream at work on my lunch break and came in to find this. Baby house mouse. Isn’t he adorable? I grabbed him carefully and put him back outside and away from the traps that are in the building. And before you ask, yes, he’s soft and fuzzy. He sat very still in my hand, likely because he was terrified, and I was careful not to hold him for too long, because I didn’t want to scare him so badly that he’d go into shock.

Note: any comment saying that I should’ve killed him will be deleted. I don’t kill animals, except for invasive species or animals that are already dying. This mouse is neither of those.

My guess is that he’s about a month old, but I don’t know much about mice, so correct me if I’m wrong. His eyes are fully open, despite them being mostly closed in the first picture.

Good dog