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๐ฒ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฑ๐ค๐ซ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฒ, ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ญ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ : : ๐ฒ. ๐ช๐จ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐จย (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/241046284-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%96%AD%F0%9D%96%A2%F0%9D%96%A4%F0%9D%96%B1%F0%9D%96%A4%F0%9D%96%AB%F0%9D%96%B8-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%B4%F0%9D%96%B1%F0%9D%96%B2-%F0%9D%96%B4%F0%9D%96%AD%F0%9D%96%AA%F0%9D%96%AD%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%B6%F0%9D%96%AD-%F0%9D%96%B2-%F0%9D%96%AA%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%AC%F0%9D%96%A8
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- In which Sakusa Kiyoomi had recently been receiving mysterious letters from an unknown admirer he secretly grew fond of.ย
an Introduction to My World.
This is an introduction to my world. Letโs just say Iโm an old soul, writing and making words are kind of my style. I donโt like to make any noise. I love creating something more permanent, although, nothing lasts forever, right? Iโm going to make this as my stories, not kind of stories you want to read as something you need to criticize. But I want these stories to make everyone who reads them to think. ย
Scripta manent, verba volat, written words remain, spoken words fly away. I read that words in a novel: Supernova not a very long time ago, I even still read it sometimes for reminding me about everything that happened to me. To keep it as my experience, to learn from it, to keep it inside my Cerebrum. Thatโs what Iโm going to do. Iโm going to write down everything I wanted to write. There are no rules here. Everyone is welcome. Everyone has their rights to enjoy these stories. From every aspect of society. Thereโs no right or wrong. But, I got the feeling you will deny these. Thatโs what society has taught you. To be afraid of something you donโt understand. Instead of understand them, maybe you just need to eliminate them.
Thatโs whatโs wrong with societies. They donโt make you any better. They just divide everything into clusters. Majority and minority. As majority you have every right society gives you, as minority? Well, I think you already know the answer. Have you realized it? Society has put its leash on every individual in this world. Most of you maybe just accept it. Acting like everything is โnormalโ. Well, define normal? Not for me. But for yourselves.
Before we go any further (into the main events), I need you to open your head (not literally). To make all the possibilities alive. To stop judging everything just because it doesnโt seem fit in to the knowledge society has taught you about. I donโt need your criticism. Because criticism based on opinions, and I consider myself as a lion. So, a lion doesnโt concern himself to the opinion of sheep. Happy thinking (if thereโs a brain inside that hole). Sorry not sorry, I love sarcasm.
My Dearest L...
well, I don't really know how this is going to go, I'm going to see the broken girl today maybe later on I haven't seen her since the night I when to her boyfriend's house and almost got covid >-< and the last time I saw her mom was when she throw my parents out of her house bec I was influencing her kid to drink more when in reality she was the one asking me to drink every weekend... now her mom wants to meet up for tea after that shit like really.
Is this a 'tism thing, or am I just overacting?
Hello!!! I just got back from taking a shower and also having a full blown meltdown because of said shower. For some context before we get started, my showers are typically scorching hot. A few more details include:
cold water drains my spoons in a way it has absolutely to right to.
I have curly hair (important for later)
I had attempted to take a shower already today.
I went to a baseball awards ceremony for my cousin, three resell stores, and gone swimming at a family member's house.
I've been out of spoons for the past several weeks. I cannot remember the last time I woke up and felt like I had enough to get through the day.
Okay, back to the present. I get home from swimming, scroll on Tumblr for a bit, then decide I'll try taking a shower again. I'd tried already this morning and no matter what I did I could not get the water to heat up, the nozzle was being weird, and I was low on time. I threw my hair into a brain, deciding it wasn't a battle worth fighting. I went to the ceremony, had some fun shopping with my mom for the first time in a while, and had a great time swimming with my siblings. Overall, it was a great day, but even things that make you happy can take up your spoons (or so my therapist said), and it checked out because I was pretty done with all the excitement of the day. I love Saturdays, but they're me time, and I don't really like having plans when I should be reading dark romance novels and marauder fanfics to scrape up what little energy I can manage. I decide to try out my shower again, hoping that maybe it was just a one time, leave it alone for a bit and it'll be fixed thing.
It defiantly wasn't.
The water was still cold as fuck and the nozzle was doing a weird 360 thing and I just wasn't having it. Still, I needed to shower. So I stuck it out for a bit and just dealt with it.
I got my body washed without any big problems (keyword big. I'd been on the verge of tears basically the whole time), but then came washing my hair. First and foremost, I was now shivering my ass off and very much done with cold water. Secondly, I'd been swimming in a salt water pool, which made my hair clump together and dense. Overall, just not an easy task to wash it. By this point, I was sobbing, clutching a towel clutched to my chest because my emotional support 3D printed T-rex was on the counter, had soap in my eyes, and didn't want to be doing this anymore, so I finished up as quickly as I could. Obviously, my hair isn't as well washed as I would like, so I'm not too pleased with that, but I have to work on calming down and washing soup out of my eyes.
I manage to calm down, but now, if I wasn't before, I'm definitely freezing my buttocks off. I speed through getting dressed, putting on the warmest clothes I have, and them work on getting products in my nightmare inducing hair.
It doesn't help, because I now have gross, sticky stuff on my hands, and I have REALLY bad sensory issues regarding my hands in particular. Still, I push through it because I'm still working on unmasking when i'm alone and not forcing myself to do what I know is too much for me. I then get more frustrated because my hair is too wet for it to defuse and I have to dry it again, with gross stickiness still on my hands, and whoops, I'm crying again because I stepped in the tiniest fucking puddle, and of course I'm at that point because why wouldn't I be?
Anyway, am I overreacting?