he is least my favourite sacrificial lamb because he is so sweet and innocent. i put the cold harsh blade against his throat and his eyes are so clear when they look up at me. he doesn't even think to reproach me for the horrors i put him through. he forgives and he forgives and he forgives.
my favourite sacrificial lamb fights. he bleats for all he is worth and tries to run away on his skinny coltish legs. his eyes are older than they should be and i can see the anger of every lamb before him in them. he makes me feel sorry for what i have to do.
because that is how it needs to be. i need to feel pain and regret and responsibility for the sacrifice to work. if i don't feel disgusted at my actions then there is nothing to cleanse and purify.
fight and scream little lambs, never let us take you easily. if you die quietly we will never feel the guilt, and it will be for nothing.
and then at night i kneel and i pray, not to the god for whom i commit these atrocities, but to the lambs skipping across the inky sky.
ignosce mihi little lambs, just not for this.
I have been staunchly against using AI for as long as ChatGPT has been a regularly used tool, not necessarily for moral reasons but for arrogant ones. I firmly beleive that I can write a better essay then a malfunctioning robot. My teacher used it to generate photos of scrabble tiles for a wall display, and despite the prompt spelling the words exactly correctly, ChatGPT spelt them wrong. Why would you want to trust a clearly flawed machine with your grades? However recently the sheer amount of people I see at school using AI and supporting the use of AI is so horrifying to me I felt it was something I needed to talk about
Using ChatGPT prevents you from learning properly. Doing things quickly does not equate to doing them well. I understand how difficult it can be to schedule and make time for everything, but using ChatGPT is just like getting someone else to do your work for you. You will not learn! (Most) teachers are not setting difficult homework for the sole purpose of making things hard for you, they set the work to help you learn and to grow resilience.
People are using it for completely stupid tasks, that they could perform far easier without it. For our English Portfolio Essays the SQA requires us to have a certain amount of sources and so many people asked ChatGPT to find them articles. It was ridiculous and slightly horrifying. Have we lost the ability to simply look things up for ourselves? Or to, god forbid, read a real book? Do not use ChatGPT for tasks that could be performed to a higher level if you simply did them yourself! My mother has a friend who marks Advanced Higher Biology Assignments for the SQA, she recently marked one that had 30 references, none of which were right! ChatGPT is not a good tool!
Yes it can save time, but what would you do with the extra time? and surely there are other ways of saving that time. Don't use it to help format emails, there are human made email templates available online, don't use it to help find quotes, you can just search them up yourself on a normal search engine, whatever ChatGPT does for you, there will be an honest hardworking person willing and able to do for you, please go to them instead. If ChatGPT saves you fifteen minutes a day is that really worth it? and if it saves more time then what do you do with that extra time? scroll tiktok? watch netflix? you are not saving time you are wasting your life!
i like to browse the unsent projects messages, and make myself feel sad over all the lost love in the world
i search up my name over and over, obsessively
i search up your name over and over, obsessively
they say we reflect the love we are shown
and maybe there is something in that, because when i look up your name there are hundreds of messages
and when i look up mine
there are two
i sent some of the messages to you
and when i scroll through every dark green one catches my eye
and the really pathetic thing is that i don't remember which ones i sent
maybe what we had wasn't so special if i am mistaking others messages for mine
i dont know
but i do know that you probably never search for my name
and you have certainly never sent me a message
i think if they put me under an x-ray
they would see every place you ever touched me
they would see a deep green glow over my heart, a forest of pine up the inside of my leg, a radioactive sheen over my knuckles.
they would see cool and fresh mint leaves where my eyes should be, and poison ivy intertwined with my rib cage
everything you ever did for me, everything you ever did to me
i carry it all
flowers for my lovelies
we've all been told that they pick the flowers they think are the prettiest
and they do, they pluck the beautiful ones when they are young and they display them for all to see
but hidden away behind this is their treatment of the less beautiful ones
the ivy and and the dandelions - the 'weeds'
a weed is not a specific breed or family of plant, a weed is defined as 'a wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants'
a weed is any plant that does not conform
a plant that is wild and unruly and a law unto itself
a plant that challenges the status quo, the norm
a plant that grows in competition, a plant thats non-conformance makes it brighter and bolder and braver
i can tell you what they do with those plants
they rip them out
they try and remove the roots as best as they can, to try and remove any chance of the resilient weed bouncing back up
they pour weed-killers, harsh chemicals designed to destruct
and they do so repeatedly
the forceful and ferocious beating down of those that dare to be different
the killing of the weeds
no one cares about that
they kill the weeds
When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
oof
on lurching towards the breaking point
The X-Files (01x17) // tumblr user @/inkskinned // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
tw: mentions of ableist thoughts, mentions of self harm
I have been resistant to accepting the extra accommodations and help that I am eligible for, because i was really scared of being seen as stupid. i was forcing myself to use unhealthy coping mechanisms to get the stuff done, and it didn't always work, but i felt somehow superior to others struggling with the same issues because i was taking the maximum amount of subjects, and refusing extra time and extensions.
i thought that by waking up at 4am to get my work finished i was somehow better than other people.
i got to a really bad place where i was struggling so much to concentrate that i would deliberately hurt myself before assignments or exams. so whenever i got distracted or tired i would never be able to ignore the pain or discomfort i was in, and that would remind me that i was supposed to be working.
this was, obviously, wildly unhealthy.
anyway, this year i was given extra time in my exams and assignments for an unrelated issue, and oh my god it was so good. even when i was worried about the exams i was never stressed about time. i came out of my rmps exam without feeling like i was going to throw up for the first time ever! i finished my biology assignment in record time because i wasn't paralysed by stress and indecision.
when i go back to school next week i am going to talk to my teachers and advisors about accepting the extra help i am eligible for, because i've realised that i don't win any prizes for finding it harder than others and persevering despite it. everyones grade transcripts just say what grades they acheived, it doesn't say how they felt or what extra help they required.
accept the help you need. you're suffering does not make you superior.
16, about to finish my second last year of schooli want to study english and then do a law conversiondream uni is oxfordi write shitty poetry and post motivational content'fodere in terra difficile est, sed in sepulchrum tuum fodere facile est'
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