i got the best and worst booster box ever i pulled three blue eyes. but this was pokemon and it was the fucking duck. quaxlys evolution. i got a bunch of everything cause its a booster box but i pulled three quaquavals. i did it like an advent calendar with my friend. we opened maybe five packs the day we bought it and restrained ourselves for a month and had a pack a day it was so fun pulling these!
the third quaquaval was the rare one but not the gold one and i was so mad lmao it was the second last pack. forreal! and my pulls other than the full art wooper (lets fucking gooo) were shit i wanted a clodsire! i pulled one buying three packs a few days later no big deal lmao but i was so mad at this box.
the last pack had the rare tinkaton. i also got a full art boss's orders too im so happy it was such a funny fucking box in the end i pulled three fucking blue eyes i swear if i saw a fourth quaquaval too early i mightve actually ripped it in half. my problem is I LOST THEM ON THE FUCKING BUS AND LIKE MY WALLET ITS FATE IS WITH THE HUMANS OF OTTAWA AND THE FUCKERS AT OC TRANSPO THAT I TRUST SO MUCH FUCK MY LIFE
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two traumatic things happened to me today but then i got to watch twenty one pilots’ first live show of the new era on someone’s instagram live so ! 😁
it actually felt like i was right there and i can’t believe this is all real rn. i have waited for this era for SO LONG. and to think i got to hear overcompensate, next semester, and backslide in a live version… wow.
i got really tipsy earlier, which i don't drink anymore but i was in so much emotional pain and needed to forget. there was a form of abuse that took place at work, then almost got into a car accident because some dude was pissed at me and tried to cut in front of me violently and gave me the finger. and to top it off he looked exactly like my ex. i was shaking for hours after i got home because i couldn’t believe all this would happen. and i just don’t think i ever want to remember today. so i’m prolly gonna delete this post later.
but i wanted to vent a little cause i missed talking to people on here, even though no one wants to hear my sob stories anymore. i just can’t believe the trauma i’ve been going through repeatedly. just so much abuse i was never even aware of, and some that i’m still going through and i’m having a hard time breaking free from.
having my favourite band back though is doing so much for me mentally, their songs feel like emotional support, and my drives were my therapy until the bullshit from today happened. i’m just always scared and broken and i’m really trying my hardest, i swear. i’ve healed from a lot but then new shit happened and my loneliness has been the worst it’s ever been. i don’t know.
i know i need therapy but i don’t know where to get it from, because i can’t trust anyone with my mind apparently. i’ve tried, twice, and both instances failed. once from a stranger, once from someone i knew. it just feels so crippling and lonely and in the morning i feel like i can get through it myself, but when i near the afternoons i just want to never wake up again. i know that’s dark and i’m sorry but like, yeah, that’s just where i am rn.
hence the lengthy breaks and being more quiet on my public social media. and then, watching guys i liked being wrapped around other girls, watching all my friends be coupled up and achieve their goals and being happy, it just enhances the loneliness, and i want to be happy for them but how do you do that when depression is so loud it won’t even let you breathe sometimes.
i don’t know how but it feels like i’m both getting better and getting worse with the years. maybe medication’s the only way, maybe i just need to find one single person who will genuinely care about me, maybe it won’t get better because our world is fucked and watching the news only makes me want to dig the hole deeper. all i know is that i want to be alive and i want to heal. i just wish it wasn’t so hard and fragile.
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did you know me and edward are actually besties and i give him so much love and compliments and affection and tell him hes more than good enough and handsome every single day and that i enjoy his company and that hes so special and important. so whatever you think is canon never happened. hes happy and is finally starting to love himself and heal from his trauma. everything is happy and fun and good!! :)
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[ID: a traditional drawing of Fursona running. he is a white and lime green siamese rabbit with ears shaped like small wings, and long, rainbow fur coming out of them. it is also wearing a pink spiked collar. End ID]
hi my ethernet wire arrived i can start posting my art again
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meant to post abt this yesterday and ik it’s kinda mean but i think the counselor i have rn is the worst one ive ever had possibly even worse than (or tied w) the one i had over the summer who kept ending our sessions well before the full hour was up when i was going thru a horrible time and kept spending the sessions mostly talking abt herself and her own problems. actually no now that i write that out she was probably the worst (though she was one of the warmest / nicest and our personalities meshedreally well so i feel bad saying that she was the worst). but the one i have now is so…. lke idk. my experience w the worst counselor made me rly want to work w a clinical intern again bc i wanted someone who would like. actuallytake things seriously and give me the time i was paying for and spend all of it talki ng abt the things i was paying to talk abt and draw from the most recent / cutting edge info instead of entirely personal experience (WHICH AGAIN I FEEL SO BAD ABT BECAUSE. my work is all abt healing each other by sharing things like that and i realt did like her but it just wasn’t appropriate i guess bc it was a counseling relationship!) but my current counselor is so… rigid and restrictive. like i think he is trying too hard to apply what he’s being taught and he seems like nervous and talking out of his ass and he masks that by taking up SO much space and spending like 3 minutes responding to every one minute i talk and literally like strongarmimg the convos and deciding what we’re going to talk about and moving us on to a new topic abruptly before i feel ready to move on and like taking time out of our sessions to do paperwork / admin stuff so he doesn’t forget later (and a lot of the time i think he’s doing it while im talking bc i see his eyes moving around his screen and the light on his face like he’s not even listening to me). and it fucking sucks. i want to crack him like an egg so bad and make him realize it doesn’t have to be this way but i know that’s not my responsibility and in our session last night i basically gave up trying to create enough space for myself and just let him steer things bc i was having side effects and it was just rly unsatisfying
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magnus’ lack of self-worth when his facade is stripped away vs. alec’s unconditional and all consuming love for everything magnus is. unstoppable force vs. immovable object
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What the fuck do you MEAN Christmas is this coming Sunday???? What the fuck December??
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