Crying screaming rolling on the floor sobbing knock me back out so I can go back to my Venture dreams PLEASE
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fun aside, my therapist is also neurodivergent, which is great because they can very much relate to a lot of issues I have and have been extremely effective at helping work with/through them.
but it also means that last session we somehow spent at least five minutes talking about veggietales songs and pulling them up on spotify before we got back on track and neither of us has any idea how the hell we arrived there. we were having a serious conversation before that.
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-. all these gifsets... making me think about bu.llet t.rain... critics are such FOOLS, not only is the movie genuinely everything to me and also hilarious like come on, it’s visually so frucking pleasing, every single colour palette in action, every wagon, every tiny bit of costume detail, the way everything comes together, like? how the hell do you handle so many strings at once and still have them tie in that insanely we, it’s so diverse and multicultural too like WHAT DO YOU WANT, that stupid #### ######## cameo WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
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Why are you sitting there in self loathing over being jealous :( beg for my attention and tell me how you want to kill the other person, it's okay, it's cute! I'd never let you do anything to get yourself put in jail, I'll help you with your urges as much as I can :3 you're doing so good but you don't have to pretend to not get jealous, ily!
- 🌻
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Found my old diary from when I was 15-16 the other day. On one hand, it's really cool that I kept it up, almost every single day, for a whole year. On the other omg this poor girl neded therapy so so badly and I never got it.
But what has me thinking, is masking. Now idk if I'm autistic or adhd or anything, but the thing is, I used to write a LOT of stories where the main character dropped her charade, and didn't know who she was underneath.
These irked my mom.
See she used to read my diaries and journals, anything I wrote on a computer that she didn't like? She deleted. If I wrote something she didn't like on paper and she found it, she'd give me lectures about it.
Wrote letters to somebody and my mom didn't approve? She shut that down quick and compared the other person to a pimp. She's my aunt.
I think this is part of the reason why I'm finding it so hard to self treat my (mild, so I'm told by actual doctors) depression now, I've been hiding and putting on a mask for so long, I don't know who I am.
I have trouble keeping journals bc I can't write down the truth, what if somebody reads it. I can't talk to my friends offline about it, what if they decide they don't like me.
But
Here on Tumblr, I think I'm a lot more myself.
I don't have to be smart, I don't have to be funny, I don't even have to be kind. I just enjoy myself while not intentionally hurting people.
My stupid lil thoughts are just that, and they're allowed to be, I'm not trying to BE somebody, I'm just being me.
Now if I could be me outside this little phone that would be nice too
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