Can we talked about that side quest where you have to deliver a letter from Lorenzo to his kids? Because one of his daughter has two bliss flowers in an Edens Gate vase and she legit says the same thing Joseph did at the beginning of Far Cry 5 (for the most part) and does the whole bliss hallucinations like Faith did.
learn something new each day. even if it is just a tiny fact online or from a library book. it keeps your mind fresh and operating to its finest. enjoy learning a new thing and it will stick with you. if you have problems with memory use a little trick to help yourself out. connect the tiny fact with something that reminds you of this fact. for instance, lets say you want to remember that shrimps have their hearts located in their heads. you then tie this fact to the sentence "think with your heart like a shrimp". it's a small trick but it works. you can improvise here and use whatever pops up in your head. it works well to improve the work of the little grey cells.
Yall ever wonder if the building is haunted when you go apartment/house hunting?
I’m on max recommended dose of vyvanse and it does not help me at all at this point because I do not eat. the only thing it does is let me starve harder. today I realized if I’m planning to throw everything away I could maybe also consider getting ed treatment instead. but that’s like a thousand times scarier. I am not thin anyway. I don’t think a stranger would know and there’s shame in that. I hate that food is a puzzle that won’t fucking click for me. I don’t know where to start. I hate that my body doesn’t reflect the impact this has had on my life. I hate that I don’t know if recovering would make me feel better or be a more capable person. if I get professional help I would have to get off the medication that saved my life to begin with.
all of it has been a long long long time coming. I hate that I denied it until it’s severe and unbearable, just like I did before. I hate that I‘m surprised how much I’ve fucked myself over with this, just like before. I hate that this has culminated in me being an incredible burden on others.
I really dont know why but im thinking about my ex. I miss them they helped me through a lot while we were together. At one point we talked about getting married someday and having a little cottage after college so we were really committed at one point. I only saw them irl once but i felt so so close to them... i thought we were very compatible. I guess as much as i try to deny it i still love them even though its been two months at this point. And i have so much work that i feel like im eroding our friendship by not playing games with them or talking with them much. Idk idk- i think im just so lonely and i still wanna be their friend and theyre one of if not the only person to truly understand me and why i am the way i am. And they stuck with me even through a really hard period in my life. And i want them to know that but i dont want to cross boundaries with them. So idk how close or distant i should be and its hard. I just dont want to lose them. Cause ive made mistakes with that in the past. And maybe me having these thoughts is making me fear that ill do what i did before and drive them away from me. Or that ill think that they dont wanna talk to me and distance myself from them out of anxiety
🤏 this close to allowing myself to be fetishized just so someone will give me the physical non-sexual intimacy I'm craving /s
Colette: Here's a fun Christmas idea, we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Byron: Colette no.
Edgar: Mistlefoe.
Byron: Please stop encouraging her.
theres no way this isnt satire omfg like this has got to be sent in for the purpose of starting drama
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got ambushed by mr brian in the hallway, came at me from his window, wanted to exchange numbers and a hug. gave him my number, what else. rejected the hug. and again. rinse and repeat. he was drunk and said he was a newyorker but grew up in cali so a hug is custom, i said i went to school in virgina and we're more cold. was feeling very excuse me little hombre. all this in bad english, but hey.
I wanna tell my family that they should go to therapy rather than treating me like an emotional dumpster
But then if they don't they'll be worse
