cleaned my room, what a relief. smells like home again.

“i'm just tired. the days are short. i don't know. maybe i'm depressed.”

it's heartwarming that every team has something to connect with their people & then there's brasil, [sighs].

i barely have energy to do anything at all these days.

working like a miserable & getting poorer with each passing day. how's that possible?

not my coworker saying duff mckagan was pretty when he was young. absolutely, yes! he was & still is the prettiest.

oh. why doesn't something like this happen to me? i'm heartbroken.

mom changed her profile picture to a slash photo, she's so freaking cool!

i don't know how to act around him, this is frustrating. it's hard to connect with other people.

tim henson is always giving me gender dysphoria.

“i’m twenty-something and i feel behind. everyone else built something. i built this. and i don’t even know if it’s enough.”

journaling helps heal my inner child.

can you disappear from my thoughts, please? i can't work efficiently if i'm preocuppied about what you think of me.

people are sadistic. i'll never understand the pleasure behind pressuring a person to do something they clearly don't want to.

i don’t wanna work, i just wanna bang on this mug all day.

have i mentioned that i bought a samulet? now i have my own lucky charm, which also reminds me of sam all the time i look at it.

it's too freaking hot!

“angels like you can't fly down hell with me.”

[scott pilgrim's voice]: this is a nightmare.

i'm having a identity crisis, as if i don't have enough to stress over already. gimme a freaking break!