the hard part is knowing i need to move out and feeling guilty about all the times that i remember this at moments when they’re actually being ‘decent’
my parents have basically taught me nothing except using righteous anger to justify things allows you to escape any type of scrutiny or reasonable suspicion and i think that’s pretty shitty even though i (have to) love them as parents
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i wish my lungs could hold water and not kill me
for right now all im interested in reading are graphic novels and poetry books. not sure when i’ll feel like reading a ‘novel’ again
getting pretty annoyed at people i notice using the word ‘exotic’ in place of ‘strange’. also starting to think that the word ‘cleansing’ seems pretty horrifying in any context
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taking it like much much slower with poetry and it feels a lot better like almost cleaner this w ay
i think actually writing in one of the many journals ive gotten as gifts from friends is helping a lot also though
Object permanence is the understanding that objects continue to exist even when they cannot be observed—this understanding doesn’t develop in the human brain until post-infancy, which is why babies find the game peekaboo so entertaining. With every reoccurrence, a surprise.
(Sometimes I forget that people think of me even when I am not right in front of them. Sometimes I am so startled by the space I take up in other people. That they allow me that.)