I’m crying over my exhaustion. Just last week… Just… Friday-practice Saturday- marching competition AND a football game Sunday- 6 hour spinathon Monday- took about 4 naps in 10 hours, still was exhausted. Tuesday- practice caught me off guard and karate and since my teachers said they wouldn’t see me today for PSAT, i got a crap ton of hw! Wednesday-PSAT, marching showcase, finish all the hw… I hate this.
So I was helping out with freshman orientation while wearing my supernatural anti possession necklace. This kid asks me,”Is that a pentagram?” I told him, “No! Well…. Kinda… But… It’s not… But… Um…. ” I was at a total lost for words to explain this symbol without having to take 3 years explaining the plot of supernatural. So I just settled on saying,” I don’t worship Satan.” but then I remembered when Lucifer was using Sam as a vessel, and I do somewhat worship the Winchesters. So I started to try to explain how I didn’t worship the devil but for a while, I found him pretty damn attractive without trying to sound like i was insane. So long story short, that kid and the whole group of freshman believed i needed to be admitted into a psych ward…. The struggles of defending a somewhat fucked up fandom….
"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."