Being Sick Sucks So Bad

feeling bad about how i look (again)

15 apr 2025

who knew in the big 25 id still hate how i look. i wish i was pretty enough to not have to worry about being pretty, not even like stop traffic gorgeous but just not absolutely horrified about someone looking at me. its not even acne or face fat or anything i was just born wrong. theres something wrong with me thats unfixable.

anyways,

my english lang writing

19th feb 2024

(the prompt was write a story beginning with "this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when its best to just stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad")

this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when its best to just stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad.

what a horrible thought to have so early in the morning, this could end up being a great day, i scold myself from inside my own head, yes definately, like yesterday or the day before that, sarcasm leaking from the voice in my head to reprimand yet another voice in my head.

'list the requirements for a bad day.' an old therapy exersize that, for some reason, stuck.

gloomy weather? no, sweet blue skies, candyfloss clouds, warm sun falling through the leaves high above. loud or unnerving surroundings? even less so, light green water laps the bank of a jarringly serene lake flowers waft around the waters edge bowing to meet the surface. around bad people? technically, i am around nobody, calm, alone, peaceful, seemingly, my own inner monolouge is proving to be todays biggest enemy.

today actually has the trappings of a great day, which means it is one of these days. worse than one of the gloomy grey days or days full of work, today is one of the days where i feel so, so bad for being so miserable, for wishing for a storm so i am forced inside and i have to rot in my own misery. slowly i stand up, walking toward the waters edge. the top layer of water is warm after being in the sun for so long, the lower layers are cool and dark. i push myself down.

light filters through a meter or so of water, lake plants grow only a few more meters down. here it is calm, and serene and peaceful. i find myself hating it all over again. floating upwards, i try to count all the reasons i have to be happy. all outweighed by the fact that i am miserable.

my body floats on the surface of the water, my mind is disjointed, forcing me back into a memory where i do not float alone, where next to melays a girl with a smile like sunshine and a laugh like alchohol, she is intoxicating.

"mandy."

she drags out the last letter, i hear it like she is there, all over again i dive deep under water praying the pressure crushes me or the water to fill my lungs. it is so very dark again.

"she would want you to be happy now."

would she?

"she loved you."

did she?

the voices come from all around and i want to inhale and drown them out, everyone telling me to be happy for her because she cannot. she would be better at this, at the moving on part, i am so good at the greiveing, the loss, the wallowing. i exhale and push back up

"no."

her voice plays in my head, an old memory from when i told her i couldnt live without her. so i will breathe fresh, hot, summer air, even if just to spite the girl, because i have to keep her memory and love alive. today is terrible without her and so will the rest of them be, but i will live them, because she told me to and it is rude to disrespect the dead.

my body floats atop the water again.

today was just a little less terrible.

anyways,

Something something pomegranate

10th Jan 2024

When you get the seeds out of a pomegranate you should put the whole thing underwater so when you accidentally burst a seed and the juice gets out it disperses into the water and doesn’t stain your hands (unrelated but it looks very shark movie when you do burst a seed underwater) but theres something so sad about it, here i am, tearing you apart, taking your seeds and leaving you without your innards yet your blood is an inconvenience to me, nothing more. you try and leave your mark and all i do is wash you away like it was nothing and your last screams and shouts to stain and claim me, your murderer, are left in reddish water that goes down the drain. seemed kinda poetic.

anyways,

Kind of a tortured metaphor

12 feb 2024

mummy polishes the floor using surface polish. its really slippery and i fall down alot, currently i have bruises on both my legs. when i ask her to stop so i dont get hurt she yells and gets angry.

quite literally her need for perfection will kill us all. (figuratively and literally)

anyways,

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy

I am so not sports

23 feb 2024

I am so unathletic (it upsets me a lot don’t worry) but I’m very poetic and I like to think it makes up for it

No I cannot do a flip into the water but I CAN wax poetic about how the light from the sunset hits the surface and maybe that’s better 🤷‍♀️

(No this isn’t because I saw a video of someone flipping into a lake and or couldn’t lift suitcases whatever are you talking about)

Anyways,

RAAAA BARKBARKBARK ARRUEYERJGEWHUREGO;UIREGUO;G;SHGLUIZZD

17th feb 2024

me when clean fresh washed still wet but not dripping hair

anyways,

annabeth chase is hated on the most because of the fact that she is the most 'human' out of all the characters.

like out of all the books (that she's present for) annabeth chase is the one who cries the most. she also experiences the most human emotions like jealousy, envy, anger, loss and grief (both for luke, before and after he died). the haters don't like that. they don't like a strong female lead who has emotions that makes her "weak." they want a female lead who throws her emotions away and is submissive does whatever the male lead wants her to do with no ability to think for herself.

the one emotion my girl is ALWAYS being shamed for is jealousy/envy of someone else as if we all haven't at one point in our lives been jealousy of someone. put your selves in her shoes before you start talking abt her.

no one has ever stuck around for her. she genuinely tried so hard to keep everyone that's ever come into her life and none of them have stuck around.

and then she meets percy jackson, a guy who she is NOT supposed to get along with because her mom hates him and she would be expected to hate him because she wants to make her mom proud and acknowledge her. and yet they go on a quest and she realizes that he's not that bad and they become best friends.

fast forward a couple of quests and he's proven to her that he will never leave her side and he isn't like the rest and then one day he shows up with some random mortal girl and then they take over her quest and she lets them, because its the only way to save camp, but that doesn't mean she has to be happy about it.

and then she has one more year with him before she loses him to the great prophecy and she doesn't even see him anymore because he spends all of his time away from camp. and she doesn't want them mad at each other but they just can't seem to get along and suddenly, if feels to her as if he's like everyone else, he found someone better than her and he left.

'oh but why didn't she realize that he had feelings for her earlier?' (dumbest question i've ever heard btw)

my girl only saw him 4-5 weeks out of the year (52 weeks), and that's why she genuinely couldn't tell if he liked her or not. and even if he did, did he like her in a 'i want to date you' way or a summer fling kinda way.

so NO annabeth chase slander will be tolerated.