It wasn't terrible, I don't hate my teachers (so far). The day itself did make me come to terms with something I've never been comfortable with, though.
I am, or at least, we think I am, dyslexic.
Words always looked really silly to me growing up, sometimes more so than other times. Sometimes they would look exactly how the teacher would write it and spell it, other days, it was all all a little alphabet soup-y. I had to really, really focus on each word to make it out. I'm sure it's not as bad as other people's, but a lot of the time, words would come out backwards or just completely scattered. I'm better at controlling it now, but I just have to really focus, which is difficult for a person who has the attention span of a fly. Numbers were especially hard, even now I have a lot of issues with them. I hate reading out loud, because it doesn't give me enough time to figure out each word.
Ehhh I don't feel like writing more on this.
I've deemed sleep unnecessary, because honestly, The X-Files is way more interesting than sleep.
I should rewatch Twin Peaks. Dale Cooper and Harry Truman's
Speaking of that, I kind of want a relationship right now. I think. Maybe it's all the fanfictions I've been reading, or the Holtzmann/McKinnon dream I had the other night, but I just sort of want one? I worded that incorrectly. I'll try again some other day.
Yeah that's enough. Cheers
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