updated my /now page. yippee

a further splintering of identity. the spheres of my life distinct, untouching, weirdly discordant with each other

thought of a funny acronym to make with the name i use for academic purposes. lmfao. a little laugh just for me

the longer the time that you spend isolated the more that you realize its the one constant in your life and that in of itself is alluring

got a good look at myself in the facetime camera and jesus fucking christ im pallid. the gums are hardly better off

cannot stop being wildly upset that the second worst year of my life has left me with a facial scar for life

i have Never been an optimist. i have always been a mean mouthed cynic with a thin veneer of hard won joy. very edgy, i know

with literally every passing day my misanthropy grows. ugh. LAME!!!

gently eased the pages in my brand new bujo and set aside the journals ill use for personal diary entries in the new term

big fluffy flurries of snow. beautiful spring weather lmfao

new 1917 came in. goosebumps

read a jayvik fanfic. broke down sobbing and got two hugs about it. going to make broccoli i guess

very weird to exist as a person floating through the days unmoored to anything in particular

the key is to simply fill your life out with hobbies and timepassers until you realize you have no space left for those who were absent

leg so fucked up it makes a man want to pop his out of the damn joint like a barbie doll

i’m like if house md was an insane hellokitty girlfriend. so, like, evil but make it pink

sleep schedule is fucked but i’ve been enjoying reading fanfic in bed when i wake up to come to terms with the agony of my leg

iconoclastic

switched the wrists my bracelets were on because the green one kept digging into my damn skin when i pressed down to write

god doesn’t love me and that’s alright. too much of a weird little faggot with a busted up leg to attend mass anyway