I won't see my therapist until the 1st and I just feel like I have absolutely no purpose. I feel like everything and everyone just rejects me and doesn't care about me. My dad was talking down to me cuz I took a bit to make up my attendance and that made me feel even worse. I just want to leave and never come back. I just want to cry and cry and cry
He's so me. I love his eyes. I love his tears combined with the flat affect, like he's upset but he can't describe or show why.
I love the word salad buns that are confusing him. I love his hoodie, I never leave the house without a hoodie or at least a long sleeve on. I can never understand what anyone says to me either so the ears are relatable too. He looks dissociated too. He's the best. I'm so happy. He's my baby. Not sure what to name him, maybe Ditzy.
I know you're not supposed to pop them they are sooo itchy if you don't tho