I’m at my Aunt’s farm for the week. I saw a bird land on a perch with something in it’s mouth. Then the thing escaped.
It was my butterfly.
It flew in the air after it and caught it again, but then it got away and the bird didn’t go after it anymore.
Kinda feels like I just saw a very accurate representation of my past experiences.
Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.
Why do gross bugs always infest houses, why can’t we have butterfly infestations????? Land on whatever your tiny hearts desire you beautiful creatures.
I love how pretty much everything gets me pissed off now.
I take one fucking day off of shit and suddenly Foxue is coming in and saying we need to get on it. Well thank fuck we did all that work the other day. Good fucking timing.
I remember when I used to try to stop myself from getting mad at this shit. Now I fucking use it to get shit done.
my politics is help my friends not die as much as possible
I know it’s not all about me okay.
I know so many others have it worse than me by like a metric shit ton.
But god damn, It just keeps happening. And I honestly don’t know if I’m an actual target or just a convenient person to use. Either way it just makes me feel so fucking sick and disgusted.
And I have no fucking room to talk. I haven’t had hardly anything happen to me. EVERYONE HAS IT WORSE THAN ME BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE FUCKING SHIT.
I didn’t mean to take anything away from you Chewie. I didn’t mean to say that you or anyone else doesn’t get that. I know so many of you get it, have it, deal with it constantly. And here I am fucking complaining about my pidly shit. I just have no idea if it’s worth being around sometimes. If all I’m doing is being yet another thing to hurt you all then what is the point.
I just get frustrated sometimes. I think about this shit a lot.