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by introvertontheinternet

Christmas Day

Starting off Christmas with some lovely, kind words, my brother just told me that I’m “the biggest retard” he knows. He’s so kind.

You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you about that and it’s because, for the first time, perhaps ever~or at least in a while~…I am not hurt by his words. In fact, they flew right over my head….into the bin where they belong.

In the past when he’s said shit like the aforementioned, I’ve either been in tears or ready to decapitate him but right now I can confidently say that I don’t give a shit. He can say what he wants about me, he can use any manner of disgusting words to describe me but they can’t and won’t hurt me anymore. I have evolved and developed the ultimate bullshit shield.

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On a lighter note…I wrote a Christmas poem. I think it really pinpoints the highlight incident of my Christmas:

Christmas Poem

Merry Christmas,

I got soup in my eye,

Now I want to die.

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As you can probably tell, this is from Christmas. I was gonna post this then but everything got very overwhelming and I could barely deal with it, let alone type it. So, I’m posting it now cause I really like my poem and I think it would be a shame not to share it….even though y’all probably think it’s shit, I like it~also, my friend said that she likes it too. 

Merry belated Christmas & Happy belated New Year peeps! 

I hate Christmas~mostly just Capitalism but that’s basically all Christmas is nowadays~with a fucking passion but if you like it, I hope you had a good one. 

by introvertontheinternet

Simple Task

Do you ever have those days when you think you have it together?

Like you’ve planned out your outfit and exactly what you’re going to do?

And then you realise that you don’t have any clothes cause despite having put clothes in the washing machine you haven’t actually turned it on in weeks?

And you think to yourself, why the fuck is it so difficult for you to complete a simple task?

You think…I can do this.

It’s easy.

You go back to the machine, cause at this point you’ve walked away.

You approach it.

*SIGH*

It’s okay.

It’s a simple task.

You take a quick glance at the basket.

It’s piled high with clothes.

Not literally.

It should be though…

With the amount on the chair in your room.

You’re practically drowning in dirty clothes.

You only need to wash them and sort them.

It’s a simple task.

Just wash them and sort them.

Sort them into separate piles.

Keep and pass on.

It’s not that hard.

Just get it done.

It’s a simple task.

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I dunno if this is a poem or what but I wrote it the other day when I was feeling especially stressed out. Since then, I’ve done some of my washing…..mostly pants-but it still feels like I’ve got a mountain to conquer. And conquer, I will. Hopefully.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful worry-free Tuesday! 😊