three hours setting up bujo spreads. christ

very sick. the fatigue is crazy. drank too much ice water and started violently shivering. wearing TWO pants

household has plenty of milk and not enough broccoli. big sigh

extremely pissed off that i didnt realize the calorie change in one of my staple default snacks. i will have to readjust accordingly now ugh

updated my /now page. yippee

a further splintering of identity. the spheres of my life distinct, untouching, weirdly discordant with each other

thought of a funny acronym to make with the name i use for academic purposes. lmfao. a little laugh just for me

the longer the time that you spend isolated the more that you realize its the one constant in your life and that in of itself is alluring

got a good look at myself in the facetime camera and jesus fucking christ im pallid. the gums are hardly better off

cannot stop being wildly upset that the second worst year of my life has left me with a facial scar for life

i have Never been an optimist. i have always been a mean mouthed cynic with a thin veneer of hard won joy. very edgy, i know

with literally every passing day my misanthropy grows. ugh. LAME!!!

gently eased the pages in my brand new bujo and set aside the journals ill use for personal diary entries in the new term

big fluffy flurries of snow. beautiful spring weather lmfao

new 1917 came in. goosebumps

read a jayvik fanfic. broke down sobbing and got two hugs about it. going to make broccoli i guess

very weird to exist as a person floating through the days unmoored to anything in particular

the key is to simply fill your life out with hobbies and timepassers until you realize you have no space left for those who were absent

leg so fucked up it makes a man want to pop his out of the damn joint like a barbie doll

i’m like if house md was an insane hellokitty girlfriend. so, like, evil but make it pink