MOOD
Tag: i love her so much
ME: *diligently working on a project two days before it’s due, like an adult*
EMAIL FROM PROF: i’m shit at grading, just turn them in whenever
ME: *throws notes across the room and immediately takes a nap*
fresh from How to Contour and How To Do Thanksgiving Makeup That Has Nothing To Do With The 566 Federally Recognized Tribes
she hasn’t finished all the Zodiac signs but so far they’re amazing. I would tag my known Aries friends in this but they’re already going to fight me for posting it.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
I told my therapist today that I hate therapy so much that I almost give up and don’t come every single week that I have an appointment, that I hate every second of it and every molecule in my body is constantly trying to reject the concept. But I still go and I know the fact that I’m still willing to go even though, oh my god, please no, means that I know just how much I HAVE to do this to even remotely make it.
And she was, like, so proud of me and I had fifteen emotions and it was very cool to have a positive response to “I hate having to talk to you so much that I’m filled with dread every time I think about it.”
They didn’t give eighth-grade Amy the key to the teachers’ lounge just for nothing. I stocked their fridge and cleaned up after them.
THERAPIST: You’ve got to stop pathologizing everything you feel.
ME: . . .okay, but isn’t that a symptom of something?
oh my god, they were roommates 