I’m Tired
I was going to epilate after getting the Braun Epil 3. I heard it would’ve been painful but I was actually excited. I put on music While I was taking a shower and before I got out and epilated I thought I would trim my dense body hair. I then proceeded to spend over half an hour trying desperately to unclog the shower with my fingers. Fuck me. When I got out it was 8:00 and I couldn’t even epilate anymore. Not only that, but the stupid ass light switch of the apartment shower turned off on its own multiple times. The first couple I just had to open the curtain and the motion sensor would be triggered. That was until it decided it would just stop and I couldn’t turn it on no matter what. I also ended up dropping my fucking towel on the dirty ground and had to stay cold in the shower for a bit. All I have left to show for my attempts is an itch on my stomache from the hairs.
Is it too much to ask that I do something constructive and it end up okay? The other day I did laundry at my Uni. Although my roommate clicked on the wrong cycle by accident her clothes came out dry. I was more careful and still every single piece of clothijg came out damp. I then proceeded to breakdown when after late night grocery shopping they still were damp on my bed. It was fucking midnight, I was tired, I had nothing to eat and I just fucking wanted a bed to lie down on but apparently fuck me I guess.
I gave up and just threw them in my drawers. The following day later I came to my apartment early. I had socialized a really good amount (ever since being on E I feel much more social now) and even hitched a bus ride with a Trans girl from my Orientation group. Moreover for the first time since running away from home and living in my apartment (tmi for constipation) had a normal bowl movement. Ever since my parents found out I shaved my legs and shamed me for it, my digestion has been completely fucked. It did get better but the stress from living alone and finally cutting my family off has left me bloated and miserable. I was actually preparing for it to all go wrong again. But it didn’t suprisingly. That was until I put on a pair of pants and they smelt awful. Turns out leaving damp clothing was not a good idea at all. I deadass thought I had an accident which caused yet another breakdown because I’m asian and it’s not my fault the only thing I have in regards to cleaning up after myself is fucking paper when I’m used to water (I swear to God no one in my apartment cares more sbout hygiene than me). But no, it was the fucking dryer. Since my clothes were all damp I had no choice but to lie there in bed hoping to God that the smell would go way in the morning (it did which only served to piss me off because of how anticlimactic it all was)
So I was unable to spend those couple hours to myself by playing video games because I couldn’t help but imagining myself as those socially isolated men that stay in their mother’s basement and play video games all day while stinking up the entire place.
That’s not all. One time when after actually managing to alleviate my constipation, I started feeling somewhat at ease, I immediately proceeded to fuck it all up by hopping in the shower instead of washing my hands by the sink. I had jeans on (fuck trying to put on jeans with just one hand), and the sink is outside the room with the shower and toilet so I figured it was more hygienic to just wash my hands in the tub by simply pressing down on the nozzle to my body wash bottle with the side of my arms. I would then wash the bottle for peak hygiene.
The body wash nozzel was broken. It did not fucking work so I had to unscrew the nozzle with both of my hands all the while feeling like a disgusting animal. What’s more fucked up is that it had this same issue twice. The first by the way was after I was unpacking and had to unscrew the damn thing to get it to work (it started working after I was done with my shower fuck me I guess).
So after wanting to scream whatever sense of progress I had turned into pure mental exhaustion.
My point is that every damn time I make progress. Everytime I am happy it all goes to shit. I just want to be happy. I just want to be a cute, pretty girl that goes shopping with her friends. I don’t want to feel like this fucking freak. I don’t want to feel like a discount woman. Why couldn’t I have actually been born properly with an emotionally stable mom and dad?
Had I decided to not epilate and instead continue playing video games I would not be experiencing this level of frustration. I swear to God there is some vague entity that’s laughing at me. This has to be some kind of joke. Today was supposed to be a self care day where I decompressed after a busy week.