This Is The Story Of My Life - Tumblr Posts
Someone: *slightly raises their voice on you*
Me for the next 10 years:
ADHD is chanting “walnuts, walnuts, walnuts, walnuts …” under your breath 300 times, then getting distracted for half a second and forgetting to add the fucking walnuts to the banana bread before putting it in the oven.
ur legally only allowed to relate if ur art only ever gets 0-500 notes
When you first post your art:
When you do an “evening reblog” because nobody liked or reblogged it:
breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine
What I say: I feel like everyone is mad at me.
What I mean: I got the impression that one specific person is mad at/dissatisfied with/disappointed in me and that feeling has bled over into my perception of literally all other people, because emotionally I cannot grasp the concept that negative feelings or reactions to me are not 100% universal, and as I mostly define myself by what other people think of me I can barely imagine what it feels like to be an individual with free-standing feelings and depth of character separate from what is decided by the judgement of others, thus enforcing the idea that when one person is upset at me then everyone is, because when someone else decides what I am it becomes true.
Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.
you ever just feel like an unrestrained human disaster?
When will the pink meatball free me from its destructive control
