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When Emotions Become Emotional

Right, so I was supposed to blog about sexism and Disney Princesses, but at the moment, I really really don’t want to.

At the moment my life feels like it’s hitting a downward spiral. I am currently coughing so much, I feel I’m out of air. I’m so stuffy I feel breathless and in general, my physical health is terrible. Of course, that is not to say that my emotional health is any better.

It seems as if life has come to a head for me. All my college work has piled up in a short amount of time, in a higher capacity and quicker than anything has ever been placed on me before. This has resulted in a high amount of stress for me which is not exactly helping my poor wittle immune system. On top of that, my mother decided to have a go at my nerves.

For you faceless readers that are reading this, I don’t like my mother, and she doesn’t like me. That’s the gist of it. She’s constantly miserable through her own doing and isn’t happy unless she’s making someone else miserable. She’s one of those people who you meet once and you think “How on earth does she still have anyone?”

Also, you are not allowed to have emotions, if she’s having emotions. If you dare to be upset, while she’s upset, you’re doing it to make her miserable, according to her. And that is precisely what went wrong today. Today has been one of the most I don’t know what days I’ve ever had.

Because my sister doesn’t go to college when she’s supposed to, the fact that I don’t want to go to college because I’m sick, means that I am immediately doing it to make her life more stressful. Also, because she’s never around or in contact with me while I’m in college, that immediately means that she knows exactly what I do with my time there. So she tells me that I’m not working hard enough and if I actually went to the library, I wouldn’t be so bad.

In fact, mother dear, I have been to the library quite a few times, and in those times, I have put the work needed in. So excuse me for not taking that criticism well.

So that all culminated in many, many tears at college, eventually getting home, which lead to many more tears and quite a bit of hyperventilation.

I wonder is it regular to feel so comfortable divulging this stuff to faceless strangers.

Then I got a piece of advice from the lovely Jamie to watch my favourite movie.

So what do I turn on? But the Wizard of Oz.

And just to prove to you the type of wreck I am at the moment; I cried when it started, because that’s how much I love it.

Also cried at Over The Rainbow. I love this movie so much.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I deserve some pancakes.

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