being an introvert is really hard because there is no polite way to tell someone that you’re in a bad mood because you’re exhausted from socializing.
It’s unimaginable and disgusting that this happens to children that don’t even understand what’s happening to them.
“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
Ah, thank you! See, I didn’t even know what ISIC was. I’ve looked into it, and hopefully I can have one issued in time before I leave—- it could get me some concessions alright, I just should have got one sooner. Now it’s all very last-minute.
And yeah, thank you so much! :) I’m kind of stuck in a state of disbelief and actually jealous of myself right now. But I don’t think it’s amazing, I think it’s a really stupid thing for me to do, given my circumstances. But some mistakes are worth making. I’m allowed to make an irresponsible decision now and again, god damn it.
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything