I have the emotional regulation of a highly hormonal 14 year old girl in her scene phase and I hate it.
Petra Collins’ The Teenage Gaze.
Peter Chmela - Don’t Judge People According To Their Appearance, 2009
Came back from my run like half an hour ago and I’m not feeling as angry and hypervigilant.
But today has been lost to flashbacks and toddler-esque tantrums and dissociation and anxiety and rage, which tbh is crap.
But at least my room is a little tidier, meaning there won’t be as much to do tomorrow.