it’s a knife when…

touch touch touch touch touch

down bad (i have the flu)

noticing i get sad when im sick* (*not being told im cute)

im dense bean salad pilled

it’s apple season!!

mentally want chicken tendies physically need soup

my unrivaled ability of looking at pictures of gay men on the internet is really paying dividends

holding my friends hostage (not letting them watch our tv shows w/o me)

sick with sega bodega tix... quite the dilemma

wfh and being sick kinda twisted…

i felt like i needed my therapist this week but maybe i just can’t handle working full time again

ijbol thinking about how jank my art school was now here i am

wish i journaled more when i was happy lol

my dwindling dilly dally time is really starting to get to me…

i don’t need the substance.. i am the better version of me..

imagine only having two days off a week… wait..

don’t make fun of my small monitor…

i’m one degree away from drag race royalty…

forget that i sound different when im not performing as a functional person