Turtle Talks - Blog Posts

I got my diagnosis.

ODD(Oppositional Defiant)

OCD(Obsessive Complulsive)

ADHD/ADD(Attention Deficit)

GAD(General Anxiety)

SSAD(Severe Social Anxiety)

How many things can one person be, and still need further testing?

I'm feeling too disorderly.

Way does functional have to be normal?

Shrek: the best goddamn story ever.

Just reached Shrek: the musical on Netflix and it was just as amazing as when I watched it the first time.

Outside of memes and the general internet, Shrek is and always will be an incredible, beautiful story with an equally cheesy set of morals to be learned from it.

I just really like Shrek, ok. It's a great movie and I love it.

Meet Atlas, he's very vocal when awake but rn he's hugging my thigh and sleepin'.

This post claims to have 1 note but I'm pretty sure me posting it doesn't count. 🙃🐢🙃🐢

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

Friend: *kills hinself*

My fucking, shit-brain: death? You like death?? You want some dreams of death??? Have some nightmares of people being mauled or run over! Have nightmares of your past friends and old teachers chasing you while tying to kill you!! Have a nightmare of your mom planing to kill you!!!

You LOVE death right?

Me: I'd rather die from exhaustion then sleep.

Brain: not good enough? Wanna imagine your nephew being murdering by someone gouging his eyes out?? Wanna imagine him falling down some stairs and smashing his head open??? I can do that! I'll even make you think about him being kidnapped!! Or maybe even just him suffocating in his sleep!!!

DONT YOU JUST L O V E DEATH???

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

I missed. His funeral.

Fuck.

I missed the entire service because my nephew was being loud/giggly/fussy and I offered to walk around the church lobby and outside for a bit to see if he's calm down.

He didn't.

I missed the entire. Fucking. Service.

I was actually relieved at first but then almost immediately get super pissed about it, because this is someone that I was friends with when I was like 3-9 years old and he killed himself and I MISSED HIS GODAMN FUNERAL.

What the fuck am I supposed to do except be fucking pissy???

Long story short: I'm being a bitch because I didn't do something that I didn't even want to do.

Fucking Easter, my dudes

My dad hid some eggs with money in them along with a ton of empty ones.

Long story short: only 17 had money and I now have 11 dollars.

I had an asthma attack partway through searching, though.

Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head

At least my nephew likes my cooking. I made mashed potatoes!

JUST WALKED OUT OF THE THEATER AND I CAN NOT STOP SMILING, HOLY SHIT, GO SEE LOVE, SIMON!!!

Sometimes I think back to -arguably- my most prestigious accomplishment: Being a creative writer in Piccolo Spoleto:Rising Stars.

And I think: why the ever-fuckity-fuck did I think those poems were good???

I was so stiff and awkward, it was terribleeee

But, you know what, if I were to get he chance to do it again, I would.

But I wouldn't read poems about love (for... reasons)-oh no!- I'd write some poems about anger, or sadness, or something stupid and meaningless! Because this are the things I should write about.

Looking back though, performing was such an insane experience that is do again in a heart beat.

Holy shit.

My therapist is proud of me!

I did really good today during my appointment!!! I'm really proud of me!

This bitch be improovin'!!!

One of our girl bunnies gave birth to at least 10 babies saturday before last, 2 were already dead when we found them.

4 were gray and tan and the other 4 were completely black.

Only 4 survived until tuesday of the following week. The 4 black ones. One died one sunday, and three on monday.

Tuesday -the day I got punished for drawing a picture- there were still alive.

Two more died -one a day- before I took the remaining two away from their mother.

She had been letting them die and them eating them.

I took care of those last two since then.

One of them was sick and died this monday.

The last one died this morning.

I had been keeping it (I kept both of them in it) in a small box -made nest with a giant sweater and a heated sock full of rice.

Last night/this morning it somehow got out and got into the dog cage.

We have three, small, very old, blind, and mostly deaf dogs.

One of which fucking loves puppies/anything reassembling puppies.

The last baby was loved to death. And with the description my mom, who found it, gave me... It's a horrible way to die.

I don't know why I'm not upset.

I don't know why I'm posting this.

There this really nice tree(something pear tree, I think) in my front yard that recently started blooming! I try to take a pic or two before school, I if can!

Me on Valentines:

Friend:*exists*

Me: I love you sm. Honestly you’re so fucking great. I will support every decision you ever make, no matter how poorly thought out it is. You’re so talented and beautiful, dang. How dare you dislike yourself/say bad things about yourself, like, that’s my friend how dare you? Wanna hug? Ilysm, wtf? You’re incredible. You could be a model, tbh. So great. I! LOVE! YOU! SO! MUCH!!

Friend:…coolio beans, friendo.

Me: why don’t you love meh..?

Hello, yes, hi, good morning, yes, greetings, um it's 3:30 in the goddamn morning, why the fuckity-fuck-fucker-truck am I awake???

When you push your friend's away so fucking much that they don't even bother to check on you and you're not sure if you should be happy or sad.

Hahaha, I'm a terrible person...

I'm sick and sleepy

I just took my nausea medicine cause I'm sick and I wanna sleeeeeep