I feel judged.

I SAID NO LOLLYGAGGIN

I was about to comment something along the lines of "You add water and drink it, dumbass" but then I realized that it does not, in fact, say metamucil. I'm the dumbass.

I work with special needs students. This semester I'm 1 on 1 with one of the cutest Down Syndrome girls ever. Yesterday she just did NOT want to go to her culinary class. She just wanted to go home after being at school for only an hour. There was no budging her.

Today, not only did she go to culinary, but she had a blast taking part in the lesson. I had a blast watching her.

Now I'm laying in bed and my partner has fallen asleep spooning me. I'd say my day is going pretty well. Nice start to the weekend.

I know a lot about the Lincoln assassination.

Is best season

We should give death row inmates a choice: capital punishment, or be used in place of animals for product testing.

I'm unfamiliar with that quote

The FBI or CIA wanted me dead, so they hired Deadpool to take care of me. He thought he'd be too recognizable in his red suit, so he put on a disguise over his suit: a Deadpool t-shirt. Then he chased me through a massive warehouse doing some sick parkour stunts.

My dad wears this when he mows the lawn because he's had a few melanoma spots removed. So... cancer I guess.

I was diagnosed with clinical depression around 2013, but definitely suffered from it as early as 2007. At first I was very embarrassed and ashamed of it, especially when I first started taking antidepressants. I didn't want to take medicine / be in therapy for the rest of my life. It didn't help that my parents were under the impression that I could eventually get over it -- saying things like "you don't want to be in therapy forever do you?" "You want to eventually not have to take antidepressants, right?" After a few years, I stopped trying to "cure" myself and began to accept that it's going to be a part of my life (and that's okay). Even my parents slowly started to realize that it will always be present. In fact, I started to become a little grateful for my depression, because I think it gives me a unique perspective on the world and life in general. I'm pretty open about my diagnosis now. I've had a few people tell me they're taken aback by how honest I am about my struggles. I tell them that, for me, living with depression is like being grass. Too much happy, yellow sunshine will make you dry, dead, and brown, and too much gloomy, blue rain will make you gray and root-rotted. You need a healthy balance of both to be lush and green (my favorite color).

I had a cat that would do happy feet on you and purr when you were sick or sad. Cats really do love you; I'll never understand people who say they hate them.