writing the most hot garbage and trying not to sob my eyes out because im so fucked

Shoutout to the guys who asked if I had a lighter. I don't bc i carry the cigarettes and my friends the lighter but I appreciate the clock

The warmth and comfort of seeing an elevator at 7 already like "omg a friend is hereeee"

on my puter where i will fuck off and do nothing but i could be asleep on a man right now instead >:(

bitches will do anything but get therapy (convince themselves their body is misfiring)

you ever just like "why is this freaking me out" and then you think a little harder and you're like "not again please not again"

when u can't run from urself anymore... it's eating me alive

Cafe playing Sabrina Carpenter... Sabrina Carpenter in my headphones.... yeah it's a good day

i just wanna be hot i wanna have cute pictures...

like a pms fueled cry sesh that manifests as throwing a tantrum about games and bed time... very sexy and 23 years old of you

I can't even be mentally ill in a way that's alluring (in a worth saving way) :(

Feminine urge to spike my fucking phone into the ground because there's nothing I can do to fix anything

this black cherry tea smells so good im going to cry life is so worth living

maybe i want cute pictures of me sometimes i always try to take them for others :(

patting my pockets like 'phone, wallet, keys, cigarettes'

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ITS ALL RAGE I CANT EVEN BE UPSET

second to last application... realize the word i'm looking for is trivial...

save me flat affect save meeee i love flat affect actually

becoming insanely comfortable when someone is assigned to be my rock so i keep throwing stuff at them about stuff beyond that scope <3

beginning to run into walls because it's not entirely cute being a 23 year old who has a childlike naivete toward being a functional human