im boiling mad rn
my mom is literally dumping all her diabetes stuff on me. like, im the one who has to plan meals for her, im the one who has to understand how her machine thing works. she doesnt even want to tell my dad- she’s “counting on me” to talk to him about it. hwat????? ? ?
i have a really intense fear of needles and she knows that and YET she still insisted that i watch her use the blood machine thing (idk what its called…. the thing to measure the glucouse levels in blood or smthg) AN DLIKE. I FUCKIN CANT??? just listening to the noise makes me sick to my stomach
maybe im not being sensitive enough and i should just shut the fuck up idk
I’ve been entertaining the Stan Twin theory to the point where they were the original Mystery Twins.
you can throw me out
man the designs for attack on titan are so sickkk
there’s a billion and fifteen mistakes on this one but I’m too lazy to fix em woops
I imagine she picked up that “Howdy” from watching TV