u/PrettyInteraction62
I'm a 22 year old Irish girl living in Spain. I've been put on bed rest because of some weird illness I've contracted. I like reading, travelling, learning languages, writing and spending time with my friends, family and boyfriend (we're in a long distance relationship at the moment, unfortunately!). AMA.
I'm studying abroad in Spain at the moment. Last week, my "best friend" came to Spain to visit the family she used to work for. They live in a city about 2 hours away from mine. She asked me if she could come to visit me, and of course I said yes. I was really looking forward to seeing her because I was feeling very homesick and lonely. She said she was going to come on Friday, but on Friday morning she texted me with some excuse as to why she couldn't come. I thought it seemed like bs, but she said she would come on Saturday instead so I didn't really think too much of it. She said she'd get the bus at 12pm on Friday, but at literally 11.55am, she messaged me to say she wasn't feeling well
To my wonderful boyfriend,
This is going to be an unsent letter (at least for now), because I know you, and I know that if I tell you what I'm about to say, you will say, "But that's what any boyfriend would say to/do for his girlfriend!" But that's not entirely true.
Before I met you, I was in a relationship in which every inch of my body was picked apart, criticised and ridiculed. My boobs weren't perky and round enough, my stomach wasn't flat enough, my legs weren't thin enough, my skin wasn't clear enough. I was disgusting because I wasn't naturally completely hairless and because I get my period every month (which is apparently unclean and gross). I would get the silent treatment for
I'm sorry I never told you. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I thought it was all my fault. I didn't want to get in trouble. I didn't even know I was pregnant. I mean, I guess part of me knew but I was too scared to take a pregnancy test. I wasn't ready to be a mother, especially when the "father" was the person who raped me. I felt like I had nobody to turn to. You were always a pro-choice, understanding and non-judgmental person, but I couldn't bear to look you in the eye and tell you. It would have broken you to know that I had to go through that after being violated. I can't really explain my thought process at the time. Maybe I thought that if I said it out loud, it would make it
I am studying abroad at the moment in Spain. There are four other girls from my university in Ireland studying here too. I'm not really friends with them, but they all live together. I got my results back from my Christmas exams and I failed all of them. Throughout the semester my anxiety was so bad that I couldn't even leave my room, let alone go to class. I couldn't even check my emails because I was so anxious. I feel like a failure and I let every body down. I don't know how I'm going to make up the credits this semester. I physically won't be able to. I talked to my academic coordinator back in Ireland and she said that if I have documentation proving I have anxiety, I can maybe be excu
I am studying abroad at the moment in Spain. There are four other girls from my university in Ireland studying here too. I'm not really friends with them, but they all live together. I got my results back from my Christmas exams and I failed all of them. Throughout the semester my anxiety was so bad that I couldn't even leave my room, let alone go to class. I couldn't even check my emails because I was so anxious. I feel like a failure and I let every body down. I don't know how I'm going to make up the credits this semester. I physically won't be able to. I talked to my academic coordinator back in Ireland and she said that if I have documentation proving I have anxiety, I can maybe be excu
Do you realise you could have been killed? Do you have any appreciation for how worried you made F, A and me? This isn't about anybody shaming you or acting like your mother. This is about your friends not wanting you to get fucking raped and/or murdered. Yes, you're an adult. Yes, you can make your own decisions. But you made a fucking stupid decision last night and you're lucky you're still here to tell the tale. I love you, but you are a fucking idiot.
The first dream was me and two guys from my building walking down the corridor. One of the guys has a huge vat of chicken noodle soup. He tells us it would be hilarious to throw the vat of soup over somebody's door. I agree, the other guy doesn't say anything. As we're getting closer and closer to the victim's door, I start to get more and more hesitant. I make eye contact with the other hesitant guy, and we both grab the vat of chicken noodle soup and start running down the corridor, soup sloshing all over the floor.
The second dream was walking into my bathroom and seeing a random girl I'd never seen before. I ask her who she is and she yells that she's my roommate and she's been my roomm
