drawing is fun until you realize how much better other people are at it than u
together at last
excuse me i have something important 2 add
look at those girl’s legs
Oh my gosh and even the enemies you fight in that gay fantasy dating game are super hot aaaaaaaahhhhh
Today I was talking about how stupid and inefficient the process for getting an emergency life-saving inhaler is, with -someone- online. She had the NERVE to ask, “But if your life was really in danger, couldn’t you just go to the hospital?” Listen, you idiot. If you were choking on something, wouldn’t you hope that someone around you had the mental capacity to give you the Heimlich, instead of driving you to a hospital? If you were on fire, would you stop-drop-and roll, or would you drive yourself to the damn hospital? Having an asthma attack is an EMERGENCY SITUATION that requires IMMEDIATE ATTENTION, on par with CPR, kay? It is -literally- suffocating. When you have an asthma attack, you need the emergency inhaler, just to make sure you SURVIVE the TRIP to the damned hospital! I should be able to get that shit immediately, and at a reasonable price, without driving around the whole damn county to get it! Got it? Good!
I probably shouldn’t be getting so angry over this, but I grew up dealing with people who always treated my asthma and allergies as a minor inconvenience, rather than a real, life-threatening situation. In fact, I was often accused of “faking it”, probably because I started having problems during exercise, or outdoor activities, (like mowing the lawn, weed-whacking, etc.) and let me tell you, that whole “building up a tolerance” thing is utter crap. I’m only 21, but I’ve spent a great deal of my life with watery eyes, runny and bloody noses, covered in rashes and hives, wheezing and coughing with a swollen face and throat, (I’ve been to the hospital more times than I can count) but I still mowed lawns, weeded yards, bucked hay, suffering through all of it with the high hopes of someday just “getting over” the symptoms… Guess what? Nothing’s changed. Walking past someone while they mow the lawn still gives me an asthma attack. Lying in the grass still makes my skin burn and welt. So the tough-love attitude towards it really wasn’t helping (go-fucking-figure)…
No child deserves to suffer like that, and then be treated as though their suffering is no big deal. It turns them into spiteful, unstable, shit-talking punks, with no respect, and a deep-rooted hatred for authority figures…
In short, me.