i cant ever reach you but ill try

HEY, IT’S ME, THE DEVIL/I THINK WE’VE MET BEFORE

i hate my teacher so much

i got tge ideal shimeji and ive been baby talking this stupid little nub of a horse for 10 minutes already

oh. hmm. it did leave cuts after all. twisted sense of redemption

myfaborite new sandbox game is secret agent wizard boy and the international crime syndicate

filing taxes at the ripe age of not financially independent because of artist alley

procrastinator with the kinda explosive hyperfocus allowing me to finish a weeks worth of notes in one hour under intense stress

holy shit. sinclair got the ren id. im ren. im ren. im a sinclair kin. oh my god.

feel notjhing -> have breakdown -> lie in bed do nothing cry -> feel nothing -> wow i need to stop living?

one of my friends who i talk to the most didnt interact when i was dniuc. maybe i have no real connections

when they dont know what to say in response to your vents because they know you’re right

i want loaded bacon fries

at times like these i wonder what i did in a previous life to end up on earth of all places .,

>be me >wake up at 12 pm feeling tired >i should do hw >off task for 11 hours >cry and cut myself

and you havent been four, or in san diego, for a very, very long time

and before you know it itll be may and youll sit alone in front of your birthday cake

cold to the touch/leap to my death/ill die for you all/ill die for my friends (i do not support mccafferty)

okguyssss group suicide in 5 minutrs!!

i need. medicaiton. i need medication. i need