the tree you grew up with have not forgotten you

their branches still whisper your name in the breeze

and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shades

sort of don't want to write about it but sort of do

i need to sit next to a creek

dancing with strangers isn't so bad

new cursor!

i'm not gonna spend a single letter on you

i could have been happier not knowing

life is too short to not dnf. i might pull out my first ever drop card on the book i'm currently reading. also, having boba rn!

awkward conversations..

wish i could be there for the occasion

i cut my bangs a little (a lot) too short so y’all will see me walking around with a hat for the next two weeks

you have to know when it's over. sometimes, you have to stop running

it has always been like this. i was just too proud to admit it

might as well take a nap instead of gaming

actually did well on a quiz (i spent two days reading > 100 pages of the textbook) so i'm going to reward myself 10 hours of video games

i am in desperate need of some deep sleeps

o quality sleep, where art thou?

i have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / i am the hurting kind. / i keep searching for proof.