Babysitting
Pros:
chilling at the playground while the kids play
$$$
Climbing on the play structures and secretly enjoying it
Cons:
Hitting your head because you’re not fun sized anymore
Also I stepped on my butt, how does tht work?
feelings
there have been times i’ve wanted to slap a family member here and there, but i have never been so enraged at any of them as i am at my dad right now. my mom is an amazing woman and the best mother and loyal partner, and he completely disrespected her and i want to spit in his face and punch him in that old man stupid fucking gut of his until he cries.
realization
i hate people and i hate this culture and all i want to do is move somewhere far away and drink tea and farm and fall in love on the shore.
(Source: boner-, via margaritathoughts)
(Source: hausofversailles, via starrchild)
(Source: tangerinewerewolves, via margaritathoughts)
challenges
i have never been a quiter
or have i?
things always came naturally to me: math, science… i never had a choice to quit english. i write. i do. i have to.
but i quit volleyball. and music.
but i quit anorexia. i quit those thoughts that haunted my mind. i always thought i was a warrior; turns out it’s easy to be one of those when there’s no war.
i have reached the point in my life where i’m struggling to stay afloat academically (which just so happens to coincide with social weights too) for the first time. i feel like i’m drowning in chemistry and math, and i don’t know how to deal with it. time is nonexistent in the bad way. i have no time to breathe or catch up.
there are no breaks. only stress.
i am doubting myself.
