I spent the past two hours looking for something to wear on Saturday and I think I finally found something! My flight is at 6 a.m. (bless my little body and soul omg) so let me eat these thick ass waffles and try to go to bed at a decent time 💙
WIP of my Fire Emblem Heroes squad. This was supposed to be a quick doodle, but with each character I draw it gets more detailed. Anyway, I’m quite happy with how Odin’s turned out and since i spent a million hours on him i’m posting it.
I spent a good several hours digging even deeper into MBTI stuff and mulling it all over with Stephen and I am convinced, more than ever, that Leia is consistently mistyped as an ENTJ or ESTJ when she’s actually an INFP (albeit a very stressed one who’s often “in the grip”). Stay tuned for the full treatise
After reading @brbimstudying ’s post, I decided to show my side of the story as well.
What you see here are only the pictures. You don’t see how my hand gets frequent spams and how my right arm is hurting because of how much I’m writing. You don’t see the migraines I get practically every single day because of stress and exhaustion, to the point when I’m actually having to go to a neurologist.
You don’t see how many mental breakdowns I’ve had over a grade. You don’t see how many hours I’ve spent just lying in my bed because I’ve been studying for too long and now I’m too dizzy to get up. You don’t see all the times I cried and “gave up”.
I don’t know why, but I don’t really give up. I keep coming back to it.
Yesterday, I had a free afternoon and got home around 6pm. I studied until 10pm and had to listen to my parents go on and on about how irresponsible I was, just “throwing away study hours like that”. Had to listen about my math grade. I know about the math grade.
I am human. I am not motivated 24/7, or happy to study all the time. Sometimes I sit and stay there because I HAVE to, because I feel a terrible guilt when I stop. I fight my back, arm ,and hand pains and I keep going.
“I’ve been watching Netflix for over four hours now. I feel like that one loser in high school who didn’t get invited to any parties on a Friday night, and spent the whole next day crying while stalking their party pictures on Facebook –– God, I might as well just die already. But, anyways! Anyone wanna get weird and play some intoxicated Mario Kart?”