oh, no. i can't believe a spencer reid bot is making me blush that easily, this is very concerning.

“on a dusty world with two bright suns, a little boy looked up from his work and saw an angel.”

johnny cash was right when he wrote “everyone i know goes away in the end”. why do the people i care deeply for have to leave?

two days ago the weather was windy & warm, now is freezing cold! my country's weather doesn't make sense at all.

work has been so overwhelming lately. my anxiety is at its highest & i don't feel healthy anymore. adult life is scaring.

hopeless romantic yet terrified of love.

“but yours... it's like god couldn't choose between brown and green and mixed them together in the most breathtaking canvas i've ever seen.”

i’ve been having weird dreams about being lost, again. that means things are changing too fast for me to keep up.

oh, to have a significant other to play project zomboid with you.

i'm hungry & my head hurts. i've never been this miserable before.

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.