memories and trauma
I want a service dog or some kind of psyche trained dog.
I keep getting glimpses of memories from my childhood that come back to me.
They're there just as fast as they're gone and they hit me with a really quick emotion and that's it.
(Also, high lol)
But I'm serious.
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Ok. I've decided to explain:
I bit into my Great American Double Doozie cookie and my thoughts said:
Remember when you were little and when you walked by Great American Cookies and always wanted one and your mom would tell you no because you couldn't afford it???? That's probably why you like eating them now when you get sad
BITCH! Why the fuck would my mind do that while I'm trying to enjoy my fucking cookie lol
Also, in case I'm still yarning it up in the future, Lynette gave me some store stash yarn AND her old yarn spindle today so I can make my yarn balls!
(Which, by the way, I did by by hand thanks to Google on Friday.)
She saw my Instagram struggle and then success and she said she's gonna gift me her old spindle.
How sweet? That's how I know my childhood is fucked up.
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