AuBurney Tuckerson
~GigglesTheAutisticHyena~
I haven't been eating as much as I used to. And somedays, I end up with hunger pains. Everyday is just horrible. I'm tortured by noises and odors, downed by stressful bad grades and work im too dumb to figure out, and physically hurt by my own lack of coordination. On Suffering Sunday, I scraped my big toe on a stupid rock, and that left more of a wound that I thought it would. It was a lot of bleeding..
On Miserable Monday nightnight, I was tortured By the stupid roaring vehicles outside and melted down to the point my mother came in the room and scolded me for swiping at the certain and tearing the blinds. Terrible Tuesday, I found our I failed an exam, my car battery died because the stupid headlights are so hard to remember to cut off before parking, and I was late for my next class.
Now, in Worse-Day Wednesday, as I'm tortured all day by noises, I couldn't print this stupid packet for class, then the teacher told us to have it filled out, and I couldn't even figure it out. I was piled with stupid work all day, and once again, I was tortured on the way home.. So now I'm gonna fail again because she wants us to have it filled out by Friday, and the book isn't helping me figure it out. Now my guinea pig won't stop squeaking very loudly! I'm gonna have to try to survive Throw-a-Fit Thursday and Frowny Friday.
Sad Saturday and Suffering Sunday are the only days I don't have to leave the house, and even then, I still have to worry about being tortured By the roaring outside, and I desperately hope my mother and brother go overly aunt's house because I'm tortured by the loud clattering and clamoring by cooking ware (her cooking is very delicious), my brother playing his super loud videos on that booming TV.
Every time the music stops (you know how there's a pause between songs?) in my ear buds, the noises attack me. I feel attacked in my own home, and I can't go anywhere because everywhere I go, I'm attacked by noises and odors!!!
The only time I'm less attacked is when no one's home, and I'm home by myself, roleplaying on Feral Heart, on the computer up in the dining room/kitchen/living room. We live in a duplex. My mother's like "not eating isn't gonna change anything", but I don't feel like I even deserve to eat! I lost my appetite, even while my stomach's growling.. Even if I eat at all, it's a tiny bit.. I'm just too upset to eat. All I want to do is lay in bed and cry til I die.
On Miserable Monday nightnight, I was tortured By the stupid roaring vehicles outside and melted down to the point my mother came in the room and scolded me for swiping at the certain and tearing the blinds. Terrible Tuesday, I found our I failed an exam, my car battery died because the stupid headlights are so hard to remember to cut off before parking, and I was late for my next class.
Now, in Worse-Day Wednesday, as I'm tortured all day by noises, I couldn't print this stupid packet for class, then the teacher told us to have it filled out, and I couldn't even figure it out. I was piled with stupid work all day, and once again, I was tortured on the way home.. So now I'm gonna fail again because she wants us to have it filled out by Friday, and the book isn't helping me figure it out. Now my guinea pig won't stop squeaking very loudly! I'm gonna have to try to survive Throw-a-Fit Thursday and Frowny Friday.
Sad Saturday and Suffering Sunday are the only days I don't have to leave the house, and even then, I still have to worry about being tortured By the roaring outside, and I desperately hope my mother and brother go overly aunt's house because I'm tortured by the loud clattering and clamoring by cooking ware (her cooking is very delicious), my brother playing his super loud videos on that booming TV.
Every time the music stops (you know how there's a pause between songs?) in my ear buds, the noises attack me. I feel attacked in my own home, and I can't go anywhere because everywhere I go, I'm attacked by noises and odors!!!
The only time I'm less attacked is when no one's home, and I'm home by myself, roleplaying on Feral Heart, on the computer up in the dining room/kitchen/living room. We live in a duplex. My mother's like "not eating isn't gonna change anything", but I don't feel like I even deserve to eat! I lost my appetite, even while my stomach's growling.. Even if I eat at all, it's a tiny bit.. I'm just too upset to eat. All I want to do is lay in bed and cry til I die.