“wtf did i do to deserve this” i say, as though im not fully aware of the multiple things i have done to deserve this,
Tag: life
the trouble with writing is that it’s literally always easier to just lie facedown on your floor and make inarticulate noises
Coping methods
- age regressing
- disociation
- mass reblogging screenshots of despair
- being eerily positive, denying everything
- watching the same youtube video 10 times
- talking too much
- not talking at all
- losing all of my memories
Me: Okay brain, it’s time to sit down and write this thing
Brain: But what if we didn’t?
Me: What do you mean if we didn’t? It has to be done! We have to make ourselves sit down and write this.
Brain: Or we could not do that.
Me: Listen, I’m going to make some tea and the two of us are going to sit here and bang this shit out.
Brain: tralalalalalalala…
my mind says college but my heart says isolated sheep herder in Iceland
when you’re a fic writer who can only handle one fandom at a time
WIPs: what about us, what about everything we’ve been through
me: new otp who dis
I don’t think we talk enough about it being 100% ok to abandon your goals.
There is so much about keeping on trying and working hard and You Can Achieve Anything When You Put Your Mind To It which is a great sentiment. And for the large part its true and I don’t intend to contradict that when I say that look: sometimes you have to quit and that’s ok.
There is no virtue in pursuing a goal to the detriment of your health and happiness. Not every goal is attainable for you no matter how much you want it and it isn’t shameful to walk away from an aspiration that isnt working for you or is sapping your energy and it doesn’t feel worth it anymore.
You’re no less for changing your mind about something halfway through, or losing interest, or deciding other things are more of a priority than getting fit, running that marathon, getting into med school or whatever else you hoped to do. Forgive yourself, move on.
In a similar vein, and something I’ve been struggling with: You can come back.
Wrote a lot of poems and stories as a middle schooler? Lost that somewhere along the way? You can come back.
Made a lot of art as a kid? Gave up because it wasn’t “good enough” or “practical”? You can come back.
Life is hard, college is ridiculously difficult. It’s okay to give up and focus on trying to take care of yourself. You can go back.
You never have to pick dreams back up, and sometimes it’s ridiculously hard to do so, but you can if you want. It’s up to you.
left at 2:45, arrived at 3:15, sat in the car for 15 minutes so it wouldn’t be weird
It’s me
This is the exact opposite of me lol, being early makes me anxious cos WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WHILE I WAIT I MIGHT JUST HAVE A FREAKOUT AND/OR BREAKDOWN WHEN I COULD’VE HAD AN EXTRA 15 MINUTES IN THE SAFETY OF MY OWN HOME
Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*
My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC
Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*
My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ….acknowledged
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