we're not allowed to, technically. middle schoolers aren't allowed their phones

okay…. weird.

The teachers at my school don't care if we have them on us, as long as we aren't on them. At the junior high though, it was stricter. The "preparing us for high school" crap

I’m gonna be a happy bean tomorrow ye!

Kids aren't useful until they're adults

I think kids are useful.. At least.. I hope we are. It’s Fern, by the way.. the 10 year old… 😞

I think children do not need to be useful. Who are we to judge someone by what they can do for us?

kids suck

How so? (This one isn't a challenge to your statement.)

Oh and I met a lovely two year old last night named Elianna.

was she cute?

How so? (This one isn't a challenge to your statement.)

1. Small
2. Fragile
3. Scream friends
4. Dependent
5. Smelly
6. No concept of money, work, and no general sense of how the world works

Fair. Can you list the good things?

was she cute?

Extremely. We played a game where I was a monster and I'm pretty sure she was a superhero.

Fair. Can you list the good things?

1.

Fair. Can you list the good things?

1. They don't stay kids.
2. They can make people smile I guess.
3. They… uh… are kinda-sorta the hope of humanity? Without children, humanity would die out? Though that may not be bad…
4. "Kids" are also baby goats and those are kinda nice I guess.
5. The can make memories people like looking back on?
6. They not in my opinion can be cute. I guess…

Kids are awful. I myself am A Kid^TM and I hate myself and everybody else.

Fair. Can you list the good things?

1. They don't stay kids.
2. They can make people smile I guess.
3. They… uh… are kinda-sorta the hope of humanity? a way for old people to not take responsibility for the crappy world we live in, despite it being largely their fault Without children, humanity would die out? Though that may not be bad…
4. "Kids" are also baby goats and those are kinda nice I guess.
5. The can make memories people like looking back on?
6. They not in my opinion can be cute. I guess…

I frickin love kids ngl. And I've dealt with the whole deal. It's really hard to quantify how they are worth it. But they are.

Plus they do really funny shit sometimes. And they almost always have great facial expressions. Plus. Have you ever heard a really little kid laugh out of sheer joy?? It’s amazing

I forgot to add that you have to do the devil's tango, the smash, if you will, to end up with them. Ewwwww

I mean not necessarily. But that was a hilarious way of putting it

SOMEONE had to do it to end up with them. That's how we all got here (mostly). But I suppose you don't necessarily have to be the one to do it. Cheap, I suppose. Now I'm wondering if anyone's ever made money off of selling their kids illegally. Hm

children can get you a lot on the market tho

But honestly, being made in a lab is a lot grosser to me. Spawning in the ocean from someone's chopped off d*ck, on the other hand… Nevermind, that's almost as gross

height dyspohria

Someone mentioned children laughing from joy or something and it reminded me that
I really hate the sound of laughter
And clapping
And jumbled conversation (this is the worst sometimes)
And general happy noises it seems…
They make me want to yeet myself out the nearest window or scream or tear out my eardrums

So my binder is in the wash so I was stuck wearing a low, skin-tight shirt today (it was hot out). I was doing fine (then again I was wearing a black, baggy sweater indoors on campus). But when I got home and looked in a mirror without my sweater, I just couldn't stop staring. And the more I stared, the more dysphoric I got. I hate it, I hate this form so much. I want it to change. I'm different in my dreams. I'm different in my mind. I'm different in my fantasies. My internal self is not the same as my external self and I hate it.

Essentially my day went from "okay" to "horrible" in 5 seconds and I'm not happy about it.

I. fucking. relate.

This person isn't me.

It is though. Unless you think there is another physical way to define yourself.

But when I think about myself then look in the mirror, the person I see is not me.

It is though. Unless you think there is another physical way to define yourself.

I agree. It is me, it's just not an accurate representation of the internal me. Ya feel?

I didn't think today would get any worse, and yet I have been proven wrong. Completely unrelated too. I was just trying to study for a Psych exam tomorrow when my brain went on a tangent and well… that train of thought didn't lead to good places.

I'm stressed, and tired, and three weeks off of my medication damn judgemental pharmacy clerk dipshit. I think it's fair to say that I'm not doing too well.

I probably need sleep more than anything. Damn time change has me all sorts of screwed up…

Good night. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.