Do you ever start writing something that you’re excited about and that seems like it’s turning out well and that you’re getting eager to share, and then you start typing it up or doing an edit pass and it’s just awful it’s awful its premise is fundamentally flawed and it’s out of character and the prose is clunky and the plot is badly paced and ludicrous and the whole thing is embarrassing, how could you have done this, how could you have sunk so much time into this, you can’t even look at it, how is this that shining thing you were so excited about, how could you even have considered finishing it let alone sharing it with anyone, you’re crying, your mother is crying, nuns are spontaneously exploding in the streets,
if u told me marichat would be canon at some point during the show 10 year old me would explode
linda was too powerful to consider as successor
Mello: Haha, look at this loser. He wears the same clothes every day. Near: Wow, I didn't realize that you were so into me that you paid attention to my outfit every day. Mello: What? No. I'm not into you. Near: With my eyes closed, I can't even remember what I saw you wearing three seconds ago, because I don't care. Mello: Well, ah, no, I, I don't care either. Near: Then why would you remember what I wear every day? Are you obsessed with me? Can you not stop thinking about me? Are you in love with me? Mello: Stop bullying me. I feel bullied. (Source: 16 Personalities Getting BULLIED, School Bully Instantly Regrets It - Frank James)
Dib never really cared much about having to wear glasses. But sometimes he really hated how terrible his vision was.
Day 11 & 12 of Inktober 2023: Wander & Spicey Sayu and her friend wandered around and had some spicey snack.
Every time I see your art I have to think "is this MLB or ohshc" for a good few seconds and I wouldnt have it any other way <3
I mean, there’s a reason unfortunately
So when my parents tell me “But you were able to do it!” all I can feel is frustrated because…
Yes I was able to do it. But that doesn’t mean I want to go through that for the rest of my life.
Disclaimer: I don’t really know if this whole thing makes sense to anybody else with adhd. Everyone’s experiences are different. This is mine.
And I just wanted to finally let these thoughts out. Thanks
Okay, I don’t know where I’m going with this but I feel like I have to write this for some reason
I remember when I was a teenager and kept insisting to my parents that there was something wrong with me because I couldn’t make myself study or do homework when I should and I was so stressed and anxious because I kept procrastinating, they kept telling me that I just need to train myself.
They compared it to a car engine for some reason, saying that when a car hasn’t been driven for a long time and you try to drive it, there are issues with the engine running, but if you drive it everyday then it runs smoothly. And that it was the same way with motivation and productivity, apparently.
Then I finally got diagnosed with ADHD
And somehow they have either forgotten or brushed aside all the times they’ve scolded me and argued with me, and now they are saying, “But you were able to do it! You should be proud!”