The whole idea of having something to hold the vegetable as you grate it on a mandolin is to prevent yourself from grating a piece of you in it correct? THIS HOW IS IT A FUCKING LIFE LESSON TO NOT GRATE YOURSELF WHEN YOU DON’T SUPPLY A PREVENTABLE MEASURE?!???!?
You know what just… stupefies me? Having blood relatives tell you that what is “wrong” with you cannot be explained/understood because it never happened.
I apologize that I snap at people from time to time when my stress and anxiety is at a high.
You know what absolutely sucks? To get my brother to understand that I’m not like them. I’m not intelligent, or strong, or outgoing. I struggle with self-esteem issues, phobias, learning difficulties, different types of anxieties, and to top it all off depression. I’m not like him where nothing is stopping him. I’m in week 4 of my semester, I’m at a low. And yet he doesn’t understand that. It’s like he thinks I’m faking it. He thinks I’m doing this on purpose. He’s blaming me for not even telling him in the first place. How does one even explain something that is hard to describe to one that is covering its own eyes and ears and pretending that its all a dream? How does one explain something that one doesn’t even have control over? How does one even explain when the other only blames the misgiving of this one without truly understanding this one’s person….
WHAT THE FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THIS?!?!!?
another mail rant pardon me