I almost never think about it, but it's kind of funny to think about how like, when I was drawing the most in like middle school and highschool I STRUGGLED super hard with coming up with outfits for ocs and figuring out how fabric worked to draw out and how to piece together garments correctly when drawing them so I like..
That's what drove me in highschool to join their fashion design class as an extracurricular and I stayed in that class the next year when it became double blocked too.
and we learned basic sewing and watched runway shows and learned about matching colors and textile types and it was one of the only classes I every fully got bullied in tbh but I still enjoyed them a ton!
and every once in a while I think about how I hated figuring out outfits stuff and struggled so bad to draw clothing that I straight up joined the schools fashion program to make myself figure it all out and current day me just genuinely enjoys drawing fabric and making outfits and thinking about how the fabric textures and pattern cuts work for different characters.
it's just fun how one positive push in a direction I used to suck at made such a difference in how I see the same stuff today.
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Vent: it's really just me rambling.
I thought about saying it yesterday and today. There will never be good time to say it.
So theres no point in trying to find one. But I'm quite nervous about it. I've told no one the details or even about what Cookie 12 is to me. And why I've had to stop daydreaming about him and everything else imaginary.
It makes me wonder if I actually can say it. Say anything.
Recently my dad has started telling me that the things I say matter, and that they are important. And while I believe that (to a degree), it doesn't stop me from not saying things. I don't trust people very well anymore.
My parents don't even know I've struggled with it because I never told them. They haven't got a clue. No one does.
I know its because I don't say anything. I'm to afraid to say things. Even if they are things I like. I'm to scared to call someone a friend. So i say i have no friends.
It feels like I, myself, don't know if I have friends. Im too scared to figure it out. To get close.
When Grayless called me her friend, I was confused and could barely respond. I'm too afraid to be someone's friend. Because they'll hurt me.
The closet friends I've had are imaginary. They aren't real.
And now that I'm not letting myself go back to daydreaming or fall back in the beliefs, I've become very upset.
People do not like my presence. At least that's how I see it.
The person i had tried to comfort a bit ago doesn't seem to like me.. We were waiting for a substitute to come and I came up to where everyone else was sitting.
They asked a question so I responded. The told me it was " A-B conversation".
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Well first of all it's not because your talking to 3 people. Second of all I'm sick of getting left out on purpose.
Theres a student that people generally dislike. We were getting put into teams for dodgeball and the students were picking the teams.
Tell me why they picked the student they disliked so much before me and I was picked last.
Why do people do that?.
Why do people pick me last, and right before pick someone they hate.
I know that if I don't say what I like people can't connect to me. But I don't think I can connect to these people. I don't think they want me.
But my NBB likes me. She likes me a lot. I feel bad that I don't really. Shes broken me down a whole lot.
I didn't want to think that one person could be the reason that I don't trust others. And I'm right, it's not just her, but shes a big part of why.
Despite that I haven't been able to not help her when shes in need. I've never been able to do that. To not care about another person.
People say it's an admirable trait. But they fail to recognize how it works. Having high empathy doesn't mean you can comfort people well. It doesn't mean you can help. It just means that you feel it.
I feel it so hard that I don't always help. Empathy itself is a skill, but it's not a fix-all.
This is so disjointed, but maybe I will say what cookie12 is. If I can manage.
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Church doodles
It's different when someone is right next to you, practically looking over your shoulder.
Also church was... Interesting today.
First they opened worship singing happy birthday to the lead guitarist/singer (he was not expecting it)
I got super overwhelmed during worship (the drums especially were so loud) so I went to hide in the bathroom and when I came back an older man had passed out (he's on blood thinners) and everyone was doing that cult-y feeling thing where the whole groups prays and reaches their hand out in that person's direction (we had like 5 nurses who rushed over to help him, he's fine as far as I'm aware)
The pastor called his wife hot during the sermon
Pastor also joked about not paying tolls crossing state boarders
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