kinda want to talk to a cute boy I will never meet but also get married and cuddle all day
one of the first times I really recognized something was wrong with me was when I was in high school and I was cooking dinner. I was chopping vegetables and my mom walked in and I got anxious because I get anxious cooking and more anxious when people watch. my sister came in and was just snipping and while I was cutting an onion, I think it slipped around, and she said, “don’t you even know how to cut an onion?” and I snapped. I started crying and I was so angry and I told them to finish and I went to my room and locked the door and did not come out for the night.
another time I almost punched her in the face. I was talking to my mom and it must have been a difficult conversation because I was crying and I was so angry and my sister walked in and said something that upset me more and I stood up and started walking out. she was standing in the doorway and I raised my hand and it started moving toward her face and a milisecond before I hit her, I flattened my hand and stopped it right on the tip of her nose.
I was so angry.