ignore this but i need to fucking vent bc i'm in tears in a fucking university and i really need to just. fucking.
my friends asked me to come rock climbing and i said maybe, and then said i wouldn't go bc i'm exhausted and have to be up early for work, and they said we could do something else after they go rock climbing, so i was like ok fine i guess we can go for a drink. and i was gonna meet them at the restaurant but they said they'd come pick me up first and then they BRING ME
TO THE FUCKING ROCK WALL
THAT I CANT EVEN WAIT INSIDE WITHOUT PAYING ADMISSION
so now i'm sitting alone in the hallway of a random fucking university with tears in my eyes bc my friends decided to fuck all our plans over last minute and NOT FUCKING TELL ME and now i'm over an hour and a half away from home and i'm so fucking miserable and mad and upset and i just. wanna scream
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my dad: *telling me i do have socialization deficits, that i need to step out more and interact with people and look like i am part of the environment and that i am "there" and present*
me, knowing damn well i have socialization deficits and feeling overwhelmed in social situations, especially when I don't feel like i fit and when I don't know the other people: ... okay
my dad: did you get upset with me telling you this?
me, dissociating so I don't start crying in front of him: ... no
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not like i needed any more reason to hate my country or needed an excuse to talk about just how much i hate it (litchrally i remember meeting my friend's parents for the first time and they knew me as "the american that hates america" it is definitely my brand) but i just learned that the tune to the national anthem which i had always been told was originally the tune to a drinking song, with the implications that it was a song popular with the common people (and therefore a popular song across the colonies, a grassroots sort of tune if you will) (i promise this is how it was talked about in my schools and in my home), is actually a tune ripped from an aristocratic london social club. so it was never a tune shared with the common people. it was never meant to be a rallying cry amongst the beaten down. it was always, always, meant to be another division. another way to keep the common man down. sold to us as a point of unity. i'm sorry i know that this is not sympathetic, i know most people already hate america, it's a tired and old talking point. but i just never reach the end of the betrayals i have met from my country. literally nothing i learned (was indoctrinated in to) growing up has panned out, literally everything has been a lie what the fuck
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Show us your homework, I bet a licensed biologist or something will pop out of the tumblr woodwork to talk u through it. (One time in my high school senior year I sobbed in front of my English teacher because I got a D and she was just like '...you don't... need this class to graduate' and when that somehow stopped my breakdown she confusedly shooed me off to lunch)
i already messaged my teacher and asked to see the correct punnet squares but here are screenshots in case any of u want to tell me if I'm just dumb and missing something obvious
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