aight, now i'm officially ticked. as some of you may know, my apartment got broken into the other day. the police came and looked around and didn't find the guy cause he had already left. the officer asked if he had stolen anything and since my dumbass didn't really look around to check, i said no. i'm regretting that now, but then again i forget easily where i put my stuff so i thought nothing of it.
well, i "wake up" today and grab some stuff around the room because i've decided that i'm going to get back into writing and then i freeze. where the fuck is the necklace my father gave me?
so he fucking stole that and i'm absolutely fucking livid because that is the one thing i had left from him. the one thing he gave me ever.
anyways, he also stole my fucking pill bottles and i only found out yesterday in the night when i went to take them. the reason i didn't notice it was because i have about 6/7+ bottles and he took two of them. he took the prazosin which is used to treat my nightmares (but then again can't have nightmares if you don't sleep) and the duloxetine, my antidepressants. i could care less about the pills being taken but now i don't have the necklace and i swear i'm about to have another mental breakdown. as stupid as it sounds, that necklace held a lot of value for me and not because it was gold or whatever, but because it reminds me that at one point my dad did love me.
now if you'll excuse me, i think imma go cry.
ohnuuu
i'm so sorry atlas
big hugs @ fren
It’s 5 in the morning and we’re having to hide in the basement
there are tornado sirens everywhere
Ah yeah, you're right in tornado alley, aren't you?
thanks dude, it's alright. i bought myself some dollar store toys and i feel a bit better lmfao i sound like such a kid, but it's really not that hard to bring my spirits back up. my emotions fluctuate a lot, later i'll probably be crying again lol but i'm good for now
I've got two tornado-related stories, if that'll make you feel better Nut
Update: the sirens turned off shortly after I made that comment, and I got about an extra hour or so of sleep
Thank goodness nothing happened cause I would never forgive myself if those poor chinchillas got hurt while we were all safely in shelter
Ooof Atlas, I'm sorry you lost something valuable to you. That sucks big time. In the mean time, keep treating yourself with dollar store hauls. You deserve it.
Huh. I forgot how gross it feels to not have enough sleep and be forced to get up
Why were you forced up?
We're going to my grandparents
My mom: Please babysit your sister, it'll only be 3 hours.
My sister, in the span of half an hour: Tries to bite me 3 times, threatens to cut off my hand, calls me fat 4 times, punches me repeatedly in the stomach
May I help you with the demon spawn? (My brothers are the same way so I get that pain)
I already accidentally punched her very gently in the face, then she ran away crying
yw atlas and glad you're okay ella <3
RANDOM STORY CALLED WHY JUPITER SHOULD NEVER BE A BABYSITTER
So when I was 9, I was super obsessed with Babysitters Club and wanted to be a babysitter. (For context, my grandparents have a horse farm and their house is on top of the barn. My grandfather's office is in the barn.)
That summer, my cousin (we'll call her M), who was 5 at the time, and I were at our grandparents. My grandma had to go help my grandpa with some paperwork in his office, so she left me to watch over M. And this is where the chaos begins.
In an attempt to entertain my cousin, I played Barbie Life in the Dream House for her. In the episode we watched, Ken said "it looks like a cupcake pooped its pants," which my cousin would not stop repeating for the rest of the day.
One of us (I forgot who) clogged the toilet, and we didn't know where the plunger was. When we went downstairs to ask our grandma, M didn't close the puppy gate fast enough and their enormous black lab got upstairs, knocking over the outdoor cats' water bowl on the way.
After getting the dog downstairs, I refilled the water bowl but ran too much water and it spilled on the floor. M didn't shut the door fast enough again and one of the outdoor cats got into the house. So we got the cat out, cleaned up the water, and…
the toilet was still clogged.
That day crushed all my babysitter dreams.
Mumu I’m really sorry that happened, especially with something so close to you. But is there a way you can call the police and tell them about the stolen drugs? That’s an important detail cus like, antidepressants and antidreaming stuff is important.
Right so this has never happened to me before–
Yall remember how I said I got super sunburned from that float last Friday? The worst one, the sunburn on my left leg, has begun to turn purple.
I looked it up and the internet said it should go away on its own in about 1-2 weeks. But still, that doesn't change the fact that half of my leg went from normal sunburn to purple in a matter of days, not to mention how intensely painful it is when I unexpectedly brush up against something and it doesn't help that my sunburns are now becoming super itchy no matter how much lotion and aloe I lather onto myself.
I have a list of solid enemies in this world, and the sun just got added to the top of the pile, closely followed by plastic wrap, stairs, tin foil, and doors.
Huh. I forgot how gross it feels to not have enough sleep and be forced to get up
Why were you forced up?
We're going to my grandparents
We have ~arrived~
Dang long trip
We were already on the road. It's like six hours
Churches and other religious organizations have a big problem with understanding mental illness. Luckily, I go to a church where the prayer is practiced and employed for those types of things, but it's also recognized as a real medical condition. We pray and talk about it the same way you would about any other physical condition. We've talked about the benefits of medication. We've talked about the difference between circumstantial depression and sadness vs. clinical depression, and how God is there for both. Basically it's "do what you need to do medically, but do it with God." I'm happy that's how my church veiws it. Mental health is a serious topic that shouldn't be brushed away with "just pray more". These are medical sickness that require treatment. I believe God can heal people, but I also believe more often than not he chooses to do so through doctors and treatment plans. That's why those things exist. To be used. Take everything up in prayer, but don't ignore your options when God gives you the answer through therapy or medication.
Ay that sounds just right.
Yo, Atlas, that's terrible.
Ooof Atlas, I'm sorry you lost something valuable to you. That sucks big time. In the mean time, keep treating yourself with dollar store hauls. You deserve it.
lmao i guess so, though i spend more than i should, but yeah, it sucks. it's whatever now i suppose, it is what it is
Mumu I’m really sorry that happened, especially with something so close to you. But is there a way you can call the police and tell them about the stolen drugs? That’s an important detail cus like, antidepressants and antidreaming stuff is important.
yeah i actually did that today. i called in and now they're doing a huge investigation. this isn't the first time they've broken into homes around this area and stolen things. we live in what the kids like to call "the hood" and there are gunshots every night. you get used to it after a while doe.
Mmm I'm gunna act on the compulsion to chop my hair a little
Aight. Don't make a regret.
No regrets made 👍
Mission successful.
