A tough day today, both emotionally and physically, though the latter was actually fun. Walked up to a tiny chapel 300m up into the mountains and had the most amazing view. Helped take my mind off the fact my teeth are moving because of my tongue and potentially as a result am having to face further orthodontic treatment and speech therapy. Just hate the relapsing when I’ve followed post-treatment care to the word. It’s resulted in self loathing again, which is the first sign of a complete emotional breakdown. See how long that takes.
If the thought of piercings didn’t make me feel so nauseous and nervous, I’d really consider getting my septum pierced. I just think they make the face look so interesting when done with a small and subtle ring. Then again, even if piercings didn’t make me feel ill, pretty sure the pain from it would be enough to put me off!
Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.