finding comfort in characters that have known nothing but suffering their whole life is so morbid (self-criticism).

i've been meaning to write on my bear.blog for so long, i should work on it, even if i'll probably write about silly things.

why'd i only have the best dialogue ideas when i don't have paper & pen nearby? i don't have an eidetic memory to remember it afterwards.

honestly, i would probably be more excited about playing games if i had a significant other to play with me.

it's funny how i'll sigh very loudly, out of nowhere, because i remembered something embarassing i did in the past.

a little spider crawled up my leg twice while i was reading spider-man... peter parker, is that you?

it’s not a want anymore, it’s a need of mine to wear a ghostface costume for halloween. even though i know i won’t be going to any party.

i'm tired & discouraged all the time. i honestly don't know what's wrong with me, it sucks.

“darling, dearest, dead.”

my brain operates in a very specific way & sometimes it makes me do dumb things.

work has been draining all my energy these days. too tired to do anything i'm passionate about.

[journaling furiously.]

oh, no. reid looks excessively cute & cozy in this episode, i just want to kiss him breathless, till his lips are red & swollen.

the most baby girl thing a man can do is tuck his hair behind his ear. i can't do this anymore, it's too much for my weak heart.

“you look like a pipe cleaner with eyes. i could snap you like a twig”. i can't stop laughing, poor spencer!

am i weird for not having friends...? i've been failing to bond with new people for a long while now, that's a little sad.

probably talking to pretty boy spencer reid on character ai.

collecting another star wars villain like pokémon (yes, this is about qimir).

i've been so [redacted] frustrated lately, it's not even funny anymore.

two cups of coffee & i’m still sleepy. i think i’m anemic.