Just Wanted A Post To Remember The Day.
Just wanted a post to remember the day.
6/9/2025 My dad almost sent me to a psych-ward over a panic attack. I was crying and he threatened to hit me with a wooden paddle three times if I didn't do what he asked, the third time I was going to let him, but he stopped right before he did because I still wouldn't move. He threatened to send me somewhere while I was crying on the bathroom floor and over-heard him on the phone with dispatch telling them he thought I was "a danger to herself." He told me to go pack, and I finally calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong. My bag has been sitting on my bed packed for over five hours. So far no one has come, so I think I'm in the clear. I genuinely thought I would end up bleeding out on the bathroom floor or in a mental hospital by now, so I guess tonight went better then it could've?
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Online interaction I had that makes me smile for some reson:
"Does that mean there's a very killable child in the area?"
"Oh, damn. You're right....."
"Please! Don't leave me again!"
"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"
My little sister commented under a video that it made her cry, and apparently someone replied, "Good. Suffer."
She said they reminded her of me?
I want to take it as a compliment, but I don't know if I should.
When me and my siblings were little, we were told stories about these "Older Siblings" who all died in the most strangest ways. The most memorable one was about an "Older Brother" who died while running a marathon. He was running backwards while eating a bowl of cereal and ran off the track. He ended up running straight off a cliff. My older brother said the story always gave him nightmares, yet our parents claim they don't know where the stories came from. We still don't know the source, and the only other stories I can recall, though I don't remember the details, is one about an "Older Sister" who ate flowers and was poisoned, and an "Older Brother" who drowned under frozen ice due to some unusual circumstances.
Me: Hey, weren't you going to take a shower today?
My sister: It's one am!?
Me, hair dripping wet with my towel still in hand:
Her:
I think my brain broke, because I forgot the word for pizza, and the first thing that popped into my head was: "Smiley Pie Crust Dinner."
I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.
I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.
It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.
I've just discovered I can't be forklift certified for at least three years.
To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.
Me and my siblings are planning on rewatching My Street this summer in preparation for season seven coming in the fall. We get extremely busy during the summer and almost never interact during the day, so they've asked me to calculate the time it will take to watch it so we can fit it into our schedules.
