Wahoo!
a strange day in parts
executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.
& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”. it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it.
i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks.
im trying. im trying. please help me get up.
satbk au where instead of being the lady of the lake, amy tries to pull caliburn out of the stone and isn't able to- so instead she just carries the sword AND the stone around like a hammer and becomes king arthur instead
🫂🤍 I LOVE MY COMPUTER! 🤍🫂
ladies and gentlemen, her <3
What kinds of fucking freaks is Maxie keeping on the payroll here