💞Diary of a Genderqueer💞

a bad fucking day

"This is the eighth consecutive day of bad insomnia, I'm done with your shit."

Hello!

So this is scary, I've gained a follower? Well, howdy, I'm Finn and you've made a mistake-

Today was... a trip, slight trigger warning, mentions of bl00d.

I've had eight consecutive days of going to bed at 2 am or later, and its terrible.
Sleep deprivation is really no fucking joke, and I realize that now after almost having a mental break down in math class. Story time? Yes please.

Mother even commented on my apparent 'angst storm' I was caught up in. She said she could hear me tossing and turning in bed.
This paired with personal life stresses was just a perfect ✨break down✨ ew why does it look like that on Samsung TwT.

Anyways, there I was, coffee in my water bottle, just currently over peoples shit. I go to social studies and I got an itch on my temple and suddenly I pull back and my fingers are covered in red.

I'm also extremely squeamish with bl00d! What a good combo 🥰🥰
I make my way to math class after visiting the girls restroom (might I add that was already adding to my awful dysphoria, love that) and put a bandaid on the wOuNd.

In math class is when I finally realized I was shaking, and that's when it got 200x worse. My legs were violently going off and all I could do was rapidly recite the "Harry Potter in 90 seconds song"???? Like- okay mister sir that's the song you choose?

But apparently, it worked??? Okay then. I was still emotionally exhausted but I acted normal, except for the fact my voice was shaky after all of that fuckin stress.

So when I got home I went for a run.. context, I am the artsy kid. I am the writer, not the runner yet I ran. And I cried, like really hard. But that's okay I ran out my feelings.

Today has been shit, but yk, talking to my partner made it better.

Thanks for listening again

~Finnie_