I don’t know how long I can take everything but I’m gonna push myself. Everyone needs me and I can’t just stop. I want to breakdown but I can’t, I always need to be strong. I always need to be rational. I just want to be carefree but I can’t. Music helps but only if someone else is talking to me so I won’t succumb to myself. I feel myself spiraling down and I need to stay afloat for 3 more months. I can do this, I hope. One step at a time. One step at a time.
Fiction: I hate sewing, it's so fucking pointless and lame. My sisters and my mom are so stupid, I'm smart, I'm going to go ride my pony and learn how to use a sword. Rar, I'm fierce.
History: Without my needle, you would all be naked and dead. Excuse me, I have to go throw a party and negotiate a land deal.
