I Always Find Myself Wishing I Was Really Sick Or Hurt So That I Could Be Treated With At Least An Ounce

I always find myself wishing I was really sick or hurt so that I could be treated with at least an ounce of respect or care from my family or that I would have an excuse to be left alone for a day. Like I would legit wish I got the flu or would break a bone one day just so I would have an excuse to be treated well.

You should not have to prove how badly you’re doing to receive empathy, compassion, and care. You deserve to be heard, even when you don’t appear to be falling apart.

Me: Okay my essay is due tomorrow morning so I should just start it now to make my life easier.

Me: Alright just gotta put on some music on my phone *see my Ao3 tab* well I’ll just finish this fic and then start

5 hours later

Me: Oh shit

why did I, someone who is very busy, think it was a good idea to check ao3

Necromancer is such a fun word and I wish I could use it more in my life.

My body says I'm hungry, my head says "I want REAL food" but... what even is "real" food? None of my safe foods feel like "real" food, and all of my unsafe foods ofc doesn't seem like "real" food either

These remind me of when I was little and would take pedisures so I wouldn’t have to eat. I’m sadly lactose intolerant now so I can’t take these unless I want severe stomach pain😭

SELECT ITEM FROM INVENTORY

Wallet

Insect

Mace Pepper Spray

XP Boost

[Health Potion]

>Put back.

>>Use.

*cartoon gulping sfx*

+50 HP

+10 DP

Tumblr is such a bizarre experience for me. Like I come on here once or twice a month, write about whatever’s bothering me, and then dip to go look at tumblr posts on Pinterest.