How To Get Rid Of The Feeling That There Is Something Irreversibly And Unforgiveably Wrong With You?????????

Reasons I like subtitles:

1. I can see how people’s names and the cities and the countries are spelled.

2. I don’t miss any words, so everything they say makes sense.

3. I get to know what background noises and conversations are.

4. The descriptions of the noises people make are freaking awesome. Ex: splutter, grunt, chuckles.

5. I can see who says what.

6. I don’t have to have the volume super loud so I can hear the dialogue, and I don’t blow my eardrums out because the ambient noises and music is SO FREAKING LOUD.

I freaking love subtitles.

NO THIS IS SO SO SO SO SO RELATABLE

Now is this a crush I have or is it cause I'm touch starved and being hugged made me feel loved and safe

changing should never be shameful

TikTok update where the app won't open unless the user is wearing earphones

#relatable

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”

it’s crazy that when i explained to my brother how i’ve been suicidal (bc of my disability) he’s like that’s your fault for living in the darkness and refusing to look on the bright side. excuse me but ANYONE who has ever met me or worked with me will tell you i am annoyingly positive and hopeful by nature. i’m not overwhelmed by “darkness” i’m overwhelmed by loud noises and fluorescent lighting go eat a dick