I have 3 cumulative finals in a week. If you’re at all familiar with my studying style, you know why I want my plane to crash on the way to California next week.
Tina looks good but I am wearing the same clothes as yesterday despite us both dying internally.
I made him take this photo against his will but we cute doe
I mean, it really sucks, but also I’m generally doing great at everything and am 99% financially independent at this point. It’s not like I don’t cry all the time because of them but I’m getting better at not letting it affect the way I feel about things other than my relationship with them. I live across the country and live a life in which they are only peripherally involved. It is much easier for me to detach myself from their shittiness than it was when I was back in Ohio.
But, like. Good God. I’m just waiting for the day I stop flinching at their constant disapproval, but still I’m a bit afraid that parents’ influences never truly go away.
A few days ago, my mom said that I’ve resorted to using my accident as my crowning achievement even though I didn’t do anything to make that happen. And that it’s just an easy excuse for me to justify becoming generally unambitious and lazy afterwards.
It’s always freaky when I recount a conversation with my parents to my friends because only in articulating the words to other people do I see how fucked up the things they say to coerce me can be.
I have learned to argue back as needed and brush most things off as their general lack of sympathy or tact, but when I have to say what happened in a setting where my brain hasn’t instinctively taken on full throttle defensiveness, it is hard to run away from the actual implications of their words. They are always so much worse than I let them be when I know they are about to be hurtled at me.
At last, your compulsive need to criticize has won you the respect and adoration of others.
Stinginess on people with money is such a gross quality. I know too many girls and dudes who absolutely jump at the chance when their friends or significant others pay for things, but never contribute more than the bare minimum on the off-chance they actually have to help. God forbid they actually offer to help out or do something nice, or at the very least, refrain from squabbling over a few dollars when they take on a little more than usual.
My roommate brought home like 50 persimmons and I’m so happy