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You are not “hopelessly behind” everyone else. Every person moves at their own pace and your life path is unique. While expectations of achievement within a certain time period may feel set in stone, there is always a way to keep going.

My family and I haven't been able to eat bread for three days.!!! The war has intensified, the bombing has increased, and the blockade has tightened, with food shortages in Gaza increasing daily. The price of a 50kg bag of flour has reached 500 euros. This is unacceptable. Everything is getting more difficult, and the bombing doesn't stop. We need help.!!!

What's worse is that I'm seriously ill and also suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder because my previous campaign, which had raised nearly 15,000 euros to enable me to undergo my surgery, was deleted. Unfortunately, all donations were returned to their owners, and I created a new campaign, which has only raised 1,320 euros. This is a very small amount that would not allow me to travel and undergo my surgery as soon as possible. Please, you are my only hope for survival and treatment. With your donations, I will be able to remove the metal shrapnel stuck in my body and live without pain. Please, no one can bear the pain I'm suffering from!!!😭

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A stupid motive.

*deep breath* I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT I CAM DO IT I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IY I CAN DO IT *exhale*

"oh god oh lord they are going to judge me so bad theyll finally realize im the trash of the earth and burn me at the stake while laughing and swearing at me fuck fuck fuck"

"how DARE they not react! The gall!!!! The galllllll!!!!!!!!!"

(this is not an insult for some reason it felt like an insult after i finished writing it its entire purpose is hopefully making you laugh)

I skipped college for two weeks. Fourteen days. I walked in today fully prepared for judgment, stern looks, disappointed sighs, maybe even a “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up.” I was ready to be scolded, lectured, possibly exiled.

But instead? Nothing. No one even noticed. No grand inquisition. No dramatic interventions. The world just… moved on?

Honestly? A little insulting.

Minesweeper

Here’s your mid-week reminder to forgive yourself if you’ve had a crappy/tired/unproductive day/week/month/year. You are doing the best you can. Look after yourself, do what you need to do. And it doesn’t matter what time of day/week/month/year it is, it’s never too late to make a fresh start. 

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point