u/iingrid21

I love From so much and I really wanna read books that are kinda the same. Anyone have any recommendations?

I listen to music a lot and when I don’t, my brain plays music basically. Does this happen to anyone else?

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Jeg er på klassetur i Oslo (vi går i vg1) og meg og to andre i klassen min så tre ganske kjente komikere utenfor hotellet våres ganske nettop. (Literally 5 minutter siden kanskje) De så ut som at de filmet en TikTok eller noe sånt. Vi gikk bort til dem, litt starstruck og sånn og vi spurte om bilde. Han ene sa «eeh det passer litt dårlig nå» på en egentlig litt frekk måte. Jeg tør ikke å nevne de, men hva er sjansen for at de ser dette Reddit innlegget? Vet ikke. Men ja, jeg ble litt lei meg og skuffet siden jeg egentlig synes de er ganske morsomme og jeg kan egentlig kalle meg selv for fan. Jaja sånn er det visst når du møter kjendiser på ekte.

For context me: F16 turning 17, little sister: F13 turning 14. Also for the past like 5 years I have struggled at school socially every year. I took a BDI (a depression form) with my school health counselor and I scored 27(in between moderate and severe) I hate myself and I have a very low self esteem. I’m an introvert and I like my privacy.

So something that pisses me the fuck off (sorry for the language but I’m very angry right now) is my little sister’s questions. She asks about everything. All the time. I go to theatre every Thursday and my little sister SHOULD know that by now since I have done theatre for like 4 years now. But no. At least it doesn’t seem like it. Because she asks me every time I’m about to leave: “where are you going?” Oh my god it pisses me off so much. Also when I leave to jog and I’m in my exercise wear she asks me “where are you going?” And I answer the same every time. And when I keep my answers short she keeps asking those fucking follow up questions. I can’t set up boundaries because she doesn’t respect them.

Also when I’m in my bedroom or in the bathroom she sends me messages about stuff and that’s fine. But then… if I don’t answer immediately she calls out from the hall, asking me the same question. In my world and it SHOULD in hers too, being in my bedroom or in the bathroom ESPECIALLY means “don’t talk to me, I need privacy.” But no. She asks anyways. And if I don’t answer she asks louder and she gets angry. And if I answer “I’m in the bathroom” SHE STILL ASKS.

I had a very controlling “friend” last year and what my little sister is doing kinda reminds me of my friend. Maybe it’s my body reacting before my brain and that’s why I go from 0-100 and snap at her. I am so exhausted from everything right now, and I don’t have the energy to be a decent person when I get home. School and being social takes up everything and even there I’m exhausted. I hope I get to talk to a therapist soon.

How do I deal with this?

Me and my friend Mads are watching the series From (at least what my brain called whatever the hell this is, From isn’t THAT bad), but it’s also like we’re in the series. Common coping mechanism for my brain when I dream something fucked up.

We were in a dark kitchen area. The kind of kitchen you’d find at a restaurant. Me and Mads were alone and we were looking for the other people we knew. Then the sound of a conveyor belt started and we could see the people we knew lined up on this metal thing over the conveyor belt. They were slowly sinking into it, feet first while being cut up into pieces.

Sometimes a full leg would fall onto the conveyor belt, but most times it was cut up pieces of human meat. The people didn’t scream or anything. It was so silent. Only the sounds of them being cut up and the conveyor belt was heard.

There was one overweight guy who kinda got stuck in that thing. He wouldn’t go down further because of his stomach. Then there was a close up shot of this guys stomach being slowly destroyed by something that looked like a shredder to help him go down faster.

Whoever was doing this to all the people was in another room I think, but they sung a very cheerful song about how me and Mads and two women who had now entered the room were going to eat those people.

Now the pieces of meat were being cooked and people were still being ground up and cut up. Now it’s like realities were blending because the way we talked about watching those people get cut up was like we were watching a tv show. I told one of the women “can you watch this until this part is done, and tell me and Mads when to come back?” but she just shook her head. I said that it was gross to watch but that l didn’t want to miss out on anything either.

Now these big pieces of cooked meat of varying sizes was on the conveyor belt on white plates like there would be nothing wrong with eating them. I woke up before we ever ate anything.