has so far been interesting and swell but of course not without its “moments”
for example, I’ve done my own laundry since the age of 8. even when I went to boarding school, where included in the tuition was a fee for a lady to do our laundry, I spent my weekly pocket money on doing my own laundry. I’ve always been very anxious and weird about people touching my things, especially my clothing unless it’s on me. Yesterday someone other than me did my laundry and I had a panic attack hahahrhahrahr and bleached the entire bathroom and hurt my finger and I felt very childish but I couldn’t deal with it.
tumblr is now my whinge blog because I don’t get out and I don’t find fascinating things and I’m not taking photos and my desktop is still broken.
