LNDLNLDNLE I LOVE YOU SAUR MUCH 😭💜💜💜

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

YALL IT'S FINALLY SPRING AGAIN I AM EXCITED TO TRY AND GET OVER MY FEAR THIS YEAR

YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D

LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING

LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING

AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)

NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY

Life is like going on trips because my mom made me partake in it and expects me to actually do something

Turns out I'm most likely not asexual 😭

Ah yes, another day of trying to figure out if I'm asexual or if I'm just traumatised

"I OBJECT! YOU CAN'T MARRY THIS MAN, BECAUSE I-" She cuts herself off as she opens her eyes. She freezes. Holy fuck it's the wrong church.

"I... Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." she stutters, quietly, slowly backing towards the now open doors. The people in the pews, some sobbing, some crying softly, now stare at her awkwardly, tearing running down their cheeks, tissues in hands.

Before she can get a single foot out the door, a weak banging from the small casket resting on the raised platform near the sanctuary. All eyes fall towards it. The paled officiant almost falls over at the noise.

...After a long pause, he cautiously inches his way towards the coffin. The banging sounds again. "help.." a tiny, muffled voice comes from inside. The officiant undoes the latch pin, shakily lifting up the lid. A putrid stench wafts out, filling the room. But no one was paying attention to the smell at that point...

Suddenly, a decomposed, vaguely moist hand grips onto the edge of the casket. It pulls the rest of its body up, its face almost skeletal. Its cheekbones are very defined, the skin on its, well, everything, close to gone. The eyes, unaccompanied by any eyelids or lashes, are suken in, the iris greyed and hazy. It turns its head towards a woman in one of the front pews.

"Mumma...?" it croaks, weakly.

Screams of terror, gagging and upset sobs at the sight leave Carrie just stood at the door in shock. "What the fuck is going on?" she thinks to herself. She doesn't know whether to go find the correct church she's meant to be at or figure out what the actual hell just happened.

"I'm so so sorry for intruding... I have to go." she says, timidly, barely even audible over the cries of devastation and confusion.

"No, wait." someone in the pews, barely composing themself, speaks up. "What did you just do..? He was gone, for a while, and now he's alive? How did you-"

"I have no clue... Uh..." she says, cutting the person off before she gets more questions, "Sorry for your loss... And whatever just happened.. But I need to go. I'm so so sorry!" she quickly runs out before anyone can stop her.

"STOP, I OBJECT!" She keeps her eyes open this time.

You rush into a church to stop the love of your life from marrying the wrong person. Not paying attention you barge in yelling "I OBJECT" only to realize it's a funeral. The deceased immediately rises in perfect health. All eyes turn to you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

🫵🫵🫵

it doesn't matter if today isn't your "actual birthday"

I don't really care about details like that

happy birthday!!!! you are loved, please do something nice for yourself today 🎉

Right OK so funny story

I was in the shower, ya know, as you do, when a spider appeared, nearly above my head. Well I thought to myself, "it won't do me any harm, just ignore it." Next thing I know, the fucker swings down like it was Spider Man, so, obviously, me being the pathetic wet cat of a person I am, I scream, the most screamy screm I have ever scrempt. I yell to my mother, "I'm fine, I'm fine, just a spider!" and she tells me grab a sponge and whack the poor thing.

Now, however bad I would feel about pummeling the poor innocent spider, I did not want a spider crawling on the floor or sides of the bath while I was showering, nor did I want it to crawl on me, so I did so. I took a look at the sponge to see if I had killed it, and it moved its legs, so I, instinctively, lobbed it out of the shower. I look at the sponge for a while and didn't want anything to do with it so I kept on showering.

I didn't have my glasses in the bathroom and I completely avoided the sponge, quickly got dryed and dressed to leave as soon as I could, so I do not know if the spider died or if it lives another day.

The difference in comforting a crying child between secondary school and college (England college, just so we're aware)

Secondary:

I had been skipping a lot of school, since I was struggling with depression, so I missed an English exam, which, at the time, I was not good at, at all. I think this specific incident was in like year 9?

I had to sit outside the classroom the next class to do the test, and I just didn't know how to do it, so I just cried. For the whole hour. I didn't even write a single word. The teacher came out before the class fully ended and lectured me for a bit for doing nothing, and she said a line that I will remember forever: "Crying won't help you with your GSCEs"

If you don't know what GSCEs are, they're exams that you have to do at the end of secondary school, and they're mostly pretty important, I couldn't do Psychology in college this year because I got a 1 (basically like an F or something) in English in my GSCEs. You usually do tons of mock exams in year 9, 10 and 11 for your core subjects (English, Math and the sciences[chemistry, physics and biology]) and for your chosen subjects which you chose in year 8 (I chose photography, textiles and French)

Like what? You see your student crying, and instead of comforting them or asking what's wrong, you tell them that crying won't help with their GSCEs? They fucking know that?

And yeah I understand if she wanted me to stop crying so I could get back in the class on time, or if she was frustrated that I didn't do anything, but that's not an ok way to deal with it. She's a professional. She should be able to deal with it professionally.

After class ended, she held me up after class and lectured me. I went mute. I didn't talk at all. I just shrugged when she asked me "Why didn't you write anything?", I didn't give her any verbal answer.

This moment has stuck with me for ages. I ended up not going to class for a whole year and a half because of my depression and school struggles. I had to go into a small building in the school to just actually have attendance in school and be able to kinda get through my GSCEs. I also didn't get to go to prom in year 11 because of my poor attendance (which I think is bullshit, BTW, having poor attendance shouldn't mean you can't go to prom).

College:

I've finished my first year of college this year, and I feel so much more supported. I had an option to get counselling (which I did get in the end, not when I needed it, but you know, it helped a bit with some trauma[I will say that I was most likely higher up on the list due to my previous attendance and obvious mental health issues]), and the teachers are understanding and kind (most of my secondary school teachers were nice, though).

I really struggle with things like presentations and being on camera, and I struggled doing a lot of my English presentations. I did get through them, and I think I did well on my English :). I had done all of my English presentations at the time of this situation, and my Business teacher was aware/notified that I struggled with it, I had also talked about my social anxiety with her in a class thing about social anxiety.

So I had to present my business to an audience of like 2 people instead of the whole class, and I got up in front of the classroom, and I couldn't talk, which isn't really uncommon, it happens a lot, so the teacher restarted the recording, and I couldn't do it again, then I just started crying because of how frustrated I was, so the teacher said to go sit down while one of there other kids set up for their presentation.

She came over and gave me some tissues and comforted me, and reassured me that I could do the presentation another day.

I did the presentation another day and I actually got through it. It was awkward and nerve-wracking, but I had so many accommodations to help me.

That is how you support a student. That is how you get the work done. I really appreciate her support and her kindness and understanding.

Both situations I will remember. Secondary school was a horrible experience. I've talked about the secondary school situation before a lot, because it genuinely affected me. It really made me feel small, and it made me feel like I was useless. There's a huge difference between intent and impact.

If you got this far, hello! Thank you for listening to (well, reading) my nonsensical rambling, I'm sorry if this makes no sense whatsoever, but I hope it's somewhat coherent :)

If you're ever flirting with a girl and she doesn't get it, just wait a few years, she'll realise at some point...