twdragonspirits

It has been so long since I checked wattpad!! How are you doing?

I made the biggest mistake I think I’ve ever made.
          
          After years of moving around and never staying in one place, my family finally settles in this town. I’ve grown to love this town. I know quite a bit of this place now, more than I ever cared to learn when we lived anywhere else. 
          
          I finally allowed myself to put down some roots. 
          I finally found a place to call home that didn’t just mean my family (though that’s what makes most of my home). 
          
          And now I have to leave again. By myself and knowing that one day within the next three years I’ll be out for good. 
          
          I don’t get to watch my siblings grow up anymore. 
          I don’t get to be with them and hug them and love them the same anymore. 
          I don’t get to tell my parents I’m coming home every day when I’m out of the house. 
          I don’t get to sit and eat dinner with my family and play games with them and join them on adventures anymore. 
          I don’t get to tell them all goodnight knowing I’ll go up and see them in the morning. 
          It’s like I’m not allowed to be with what makes up some of my very core. 
          
          I love it all too much to let it go. 
          But I have to.
          
          …But when you cut the roots from the tree, 
          It withers 
          The leaves curl up and rot 
          The branches decay and fall
          The tree… it dies. 
          
          …I don’t want to die. 

So I went cold turkey on meds a while ago (I was doing fine, and psychiatrist agreed to have me stay off if I was fine). I was doing well, but then my mental health started tanking after a few months, so I just started them again. 
          
          I hate side effects. These muscle jerks are the worst, too. I’m exhausted. 
          On the upside, because I was feeling so dizzy and sick, I got to watch the entirety of Ninjago Skybound (S6), so there’s that… 

There are six months until Christmas
          
          Idk why, but the idea brings me such joy… probably because I’ll be back home with my family between semesters. 
          Then again, it’s always been my favorite holiday, partially because I love giving people gifts, and partially because my family has all these fun, wholesome traditions that I definitely plan on continuing as I grow older. 
          
          But, yes-
          Six months! ^^ 

Is it ever going to be possible to live in a world where there wasn’t so much deceit, anger, bitterness, or hatred? I’m really starting to lose hope. 
          
          People have acid for a tongue, with little care or patience for anyone who opposes them. Words are intentionally taken out of context and used to put the speaker on blast. People are called offensive for being different, and opposite sides have no problem throwing all the terrible labels at each other, from “-phobic” to other words… 
          
          There is no chance for healthy disagreement. There are tall, thick walls that are up that immediately deflect any arguments. And when something hits close to home, out comes the attack. 
          
          The accusations attack the person instead of the matter, thus throwing off the discussion and shutting the other down before answers are reached.
          
          “We just want to live our lives,” everyone says as they spew vulgar accusations alongside it. 
          
          “We just want respect,” they say as they snap into rage the second a different ideology crosses their way. 
          
          Pretty soon, “we want” turns into “you are” and suddenly everything is black and bitter and foul. A person hates a person and we are not a healthy society, we are discordant, toxic, and dangerous. 
          
          Riots flare under the guise of “Well, you aren’t listening to us”. Bringing streets and cities to ruin it’s not how you make things better. 
          
          It’s not that hard to not be offended, is it? 
          
          I guess it is. 
          
          Does it have to be that way? 
          
          Why? 

PSA with Celiac Disease
          
          Hey, I’ve got a pretty serious message. 
          If you say something is gluten-free, please, please, please be sure it doesn’t have anything with gluten in it or that it hasn’t been cross-contaminated. 
          
          There was a bottle of marinade that my family used last night. Unbeknownst to us, the ingredient list included soy sauce that had wheat in it. I came home from work two hours early because I couldn’t stand the sickness and pain. I don’t make a lot of money, and I’m a student. And gas prices have skyrocketed. I need all the hours I can get…
          
          I feel terrible. Making sure everything is accurate matters. My body can tell if something is unsafe, and I hate discovering it the hard way. My body is currently attacking itself and making itself sick, and I can’t stop it because I ate the poison without knowing it was poison. There is no medicine, so I have to ride this out. 
          
          This is serious.
          I am in pain.
          I am sick.
          Please, be careful. Others’ health literally depends on it.
          

Crab
          
          
          I wanted to post by it out again

YO
          IM OUTTA THERE-
          YESSSS
          I STILL GOT A FINAL
          BUT IM OTHERWISE DONE!!!

What pronouns do you go by?

GHHHHHHH
          I HAVE BEEN CLEANING/PACKING
          FOR HOURS NOW
          I TEND TO LEAN BACK ON MY HEELS TOO
          SO MY FEET HURT QnQ
          
          BUT I’m almost done! I just have to finish and do my job so I can leave, and then I’m good to go! 
          Just not looking forward to dragging stuff to my car since it’s all the way across the parking lot- 
          
          Sorry, it’s been a day, I’m tired, I have a HUGE final to do still, my body hurts, but/and I’m excited to go home ^^
          
          Have a good day/night, y’all!