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

well that didn’t leave marks :/ time to try something sharper

i wish everyone cared if i told them i was going to do something bad

silly that she'll be a realer human than i ever will be

even if you only appear in my dreams to haunt me im happy to see you. i want you so bad

nobodys first choice everyones backup

REEEEEDEMPTION FOR THE WICKED/AHA HA HA!!!