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dumbest thing you’ve ever broken down about?
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Work… not a totally break down yet, but I can just feel it coming. It's been a slow build up for the last few weeks and it's going to come to the breaking point very very soon. Maybe I just need to reach it now, breakdown, cry and pick my sorry ass off the floor and just get in with it.
When I was a child, I cried a lot because of a stool, seriously. There was a family disagreement, and it quickly turned into a serious conflict with physical violence. And in the process, someone threw a stool hard, which was a big shock to me as a child. It was as if the stool was in agony from being thrown so hard, like a living creature. I broke down crying and ran to the stool to hug it. It was a strong sympathy for an inanimate object...
Broke down in genuine distress over the fact that fanfiction is mostly porn. I don't enjoy porn. I love literature and familiar comfort charcters in new stories. Cry just about every time a good story descends into thoughtless and sudden porn halfway through...
You'd think I should know by now not to read fanfiction. Alas
Oh, and last week I had some kind of an episode and had to hide from the concept of Kitchen. It loomed over me and I couldn't get away as I live in a studio appt. Eventually crawled between the wall and dresser, face down untill ~the concept of the kitchen~ left me some hours later. I felt like it watched me untill I hid myself sufficiently in a crawlspace
Yes. Sorry that i'm sensitive? And it wasn't just spilled milk. It was wasted milk and frustration over something that could've easily been avoided if the lid had been sealed properly.
I laughed hysterically at the comment that led to this.
But - I also can be sensitive and hate not knowing if this was later on explained to you.
"Crying over spilled milk " is an expression at least here in the US. Means no use worrying over things that have already happened.
Hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries on this. I just saw both sides so clearly.
ive broken down about a lotttt of dumb shit. the most recent embarrassing thing was seeing my ex actively using her twitter account, i guess because it made me realize she's still out there living her life? genuinely made me want to self harm. it's not like i've stopped posting on any of my social medias either
My mother lost one of my phone support, and i totally crashed out, my room was almost totally destroyed. (a lot of anger issues yas)
edit: i did not yell at her, when i'm mad against someone i just throw things around my room and try to make the less noise possible (because then my parents will just yell at me for hours and hours)
shaving my legs. oh it used to make me go mad. that was probably the beginning of me realizing how tired i am of life and all the stupid useless little things we do to conform.
I was hungry but i was hanging my clothes. Was getting frustrated because there werent any hangers anymore and i was struggling to find some so i broke down
One times I broke a glass stove. Had a full on anxiety attack. Cuz I thought I was gonna get hit or yelled at. I was cleaning it cried for 10 minutes
I had an argument with my mom crying and spilling my guts to her and she didnt wanted me to take lithium.
Missed an appoiment, something else happened and later that day we were late to another place bracuse my sister is a diabetic type 1. The worry and anxiety made me see a dog inside a place foe a few seconds. After it was over I went to the bathroom to throw up.
Cry over earthquake and stunami drills every year cuz I thought we were literally in danger.
Idk if these counts as a break down so my apologies of some dont qualify.
I dropped a big bowl of ice cream. It shattered. And I couldn't eat it. And I just sobbed. Honestly a very tiny thing in the grand scheme of things but kind of a straw that broke the camel's back type thing for sure.
i was cramming for an exam and i asked a friend if they could make sure i was up when i intended to be and they said no (i usually wake up to my alarms, i just have a fear of falling back sleep afterwards). i was so stressed from cramming and the lack of sleep that i almost relapsed and cut myself over it
Not sure if internal breakdowns count, but whenever I hear cars or motorbikes rev up loudly, I start internally panicking/breaking down. They have given me so much trauma over the past few years alone.
I know I shouldn't let the noise affect me so much, but it does.
I can't handle people being angry with me, so getting flipped off in traffic on a bad day has caused me to lose it and cry for a while more than once.
I'm not the best at handling criticism especially when it's coming from someone pissed off...
Was having extreme restlessness as a side effect to compazine the er gave me for severe nausea the other day. I was watching a movie and i just started balling my eyes out over something that wasnt even that sad that i normally would never cry over. I felt super enptional for some reason. Not sure if that was part of the restlessness. Thank goodness today it finally wore off. That was two days of hell feeling that way.
I failed mine 4 times and gave up. Moved to a country with good public transport. South African K53 is the most stupid thing I've ever seen. Though I did nearly have fatal collisions risking the lives of others (I don't care about my own life or rather safety) because I become absent minded absorbed into my own thoughts. So maybe it's for the best I don't drive.
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