24 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
I’m really lonely. I think I need to go outside but I’m overwhelmed. And I’m terrified that if I have a crappy first day home, or a crappy first week, I’m going to ruin my whole year.
110% convinced that everyone in the whole world hates me, besides maybe my mom (maybe) and maybe my dog (even less likely). Equally convinced I’m horrid and awful and deserve it.
I’m sorry. :(
1. epic tantrum while baking because I’m stupid babyish etc. and food upsets me (“this is why I hate food, because it doesn’t fucking work for me, not eating or making it or anything!” — runs upstairs — slams door — wow real mature laura)
2. I want a huggable-sized stuffed animal puppy more than anything
3. I do not want to do work, I want to cry in bed with stuffed animals and children’s TV shows
ETA: Maybe I want a stuffed animal frog. GOD WHO KNOWS WHAT I WANT IN LIFE