even if i don't get this job, existing safely in a place that feels connected to those who have harmed me has given me some of my power back

did an interview directly in front of my former employer's other business and i didn't say anything snarky or immolate anyone :)

i had to go shid in the middle of worm time (play time) and now my cat is frustrated and running back forth basically barking lmao

i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i hate my life i ha

no more weed cookies i am now making meth cookies

driving me fucking insane

one of these days those bus drivers running reds finally do what everyone wants and i deserve: fusing me to the road, thus saving the world

im so fucking alone and stupid and ugly and burdensome and annoying and crazy and embarrassing and gross and boring and worthless

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck

ugh

also i hate posting art lately cos ive been gobbled up by the algorithm so my art that is now 10x better sees 1/10th the reach

worthless

all i do is piss off and disappoint everyone

applying to jobs after being suddenly fired when you already are suffering with your physical and mental health is so depressing

i want to tear off my skin

being a mentally ill disabled undereducated transsexual autistic artist with PTSD in america low key sucks ass tbh

i cant believe im so deeply traumatized from being fired... im so fucking pathetic and disposable... almost 30 still cant keep down a job...

I WANT THEM TO SUFFER I WANT THEM TO SUFFER I WANT THEM TO SUFFER I WANT THEM TO SUFFER I WANT THEM TO SUFFER I WANT THEM TO SUFFER

put too my cannabutter in my oatmeal lmao i am so unemployed

im decomposing in real time and everyone is just spraying air freshener at me