i thought flowers smelt better.

what's your freaking problem? (affectionated).

the fine line between deep hatred for a character & knowing you're disgusted by their actions because they're your reflection.

this page has been accumulating webs & dust. responsibilities of adulthood, i guess. that sucks!

how am i supposed to pay attention to the interview when he's sat there looking like he owns the place? i'm just a girl, you can't blame me.

it's been a while (i've been working like a freaking maniac).

head hurts.

oh, i'm so excited to go back to work tomorrow & become, once again, a lifeless zombie who's exhausted all the time.

don't think i've ever mentioned it before, but i used to hate gloomy weather till death stranding became my favorite piece of media, ever.

every day i wake up and think about the tragedy of obi-wan kenobi & anakin skywalker's friendship/brotherhood.

uh, oh. you have bad lucky, my friend. i'm emotionally constipated, not really able to create new bonds.

who allowed the creation of spencer reid? was it to haunt me with the inevitable truth that he'll never be real?

nothing ever lasts forever.

a friend said that i look like juniper lee & now i can't stop thinking about it.

[reid reciting what someone said word by word as if he's some kind of human recorder.]

comical, yet very dreading, how a single decision is able to affect our whole future.

why do i have to be so freaking weird? what, exactly, is my problem?

the calm before the storm.

i've been collecting unrequited love like it's some kind of hobby. don't i ever get tired of having my heart broken over & over again?

no amount of coffee is able to keep me awake.