I'm super unwell, but I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm already behind on the small amount of work we've done this semester so far.
My legs feel like they're being torn apart from the inside, my head aches, I'm nauseous, fatigued, and really lightheaded and dizzy.
But I can't start accumulating absences or skipping assignments. So I gotta deal. Why must my body torture me?
The fact that this is pretty much canon is hilarious
Hi
I heard a litre of chocolate milk can cure almost anything
happy neil banging out the tunes day to everyone who celebrates
With he’s friends
My brain is fried and I didn't register that the photo was being taken at an angle so my first thought was just 'damn that cat's massive. Must be photoshopped'
Things they never mention when you cut off someone as a middle schooler:
Sometimes, it can take years to realize how bad things were.
You start out thinking that you just didn't click. Then you begin thinking of it as toxic. Then you start realizing it was manipulative. Then after 3 years, you can finally see it for what it was. You were being abused. It was an abusive relationship.
But you can't go around and say that. After all, you were both 13 and you didn't even date or anything. You were just friends. And sure he was bad to you, but didn't you mess up a bit too?
People tend to make their assumptions and tune out the rest of the story once you bring up that it was in seventh grade.
Meanwhile every time you have to see him in class, you die inside a little more. He makes eye contact with you once and you're in a state of panic for the rest of the week. You're scared that one day he's going to try and do something else- get revenge on you for rebelling against his control and refusing to be his little puppy anymore.
You walk the halls in terror. He could be anywhere, any time, ready to get back at you. He's tested the waters and learned how badly you fear him. He seems to take joy in that.
All your friends swear they would protect you, but you know they wouldn't be able to intervene quick enough to avoid any damage being done- mental or physical. You know that he's still stronger and more set in his views. He wouldn't lose any fight against you, it doesn't matter if he chooses words or fists.
You live in fear. Some don't believe you, others don't fully understand. Some swear to protect you, others seem to think you would deserve it. But no matter what, the only thing you know for sure is that if something happens, you are completely, and utterly, fucked.
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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