gums are the same color as my skin as a result of these leg hemorrhages. brother i'm railriding on the verge of death

(the bracelet is my older brother's favourite color) +10 hp when i look at it and remember he loves me :-)

fingerguns. one thing about me is im loyal the way a hunting hound is. can't relate

i dont understand, and wont ever, how someone can remain friends with someone who has wildly hurt you

woke up in agony from the knee bleed continuing. if i wasn’t already an atheist this would stop me from believing in a merciful god

just want the pain to stop. it would be fantastic if my body stopped trying to self destruct in a red mist

i have GOT to get normaller <-- full of seething hatred and resentment. probably just the pain speaking

i continue to feel Some Kind Of Way about things. that’s OK. that’s what exists between god, me, and my diary

played the freaky zayne cards downloadable date storyline. holy shit

bored and thinking about dating again. i really shouldn't. but at least it would be fun and exciting as a whirlwind lmfao

feeling a particular kind of way and disliking it. ah, well, good motivation at the least

literally wrote my EF fountain pen EMPTY from 8pm to 12am. babygirl i was on a roll. but im sleeby now so time to rest

god works in mysterious ways (i’ve been feverishly writing out pages of the novella that came to me in a dream)

listening to synth pop with these bass prioritizing headphones goes crazy hard holy shit

snowing all weekend. quite chilly tonight…

forgot i can simply blanket cape myself in my office chair. sooo cozy comfy babycat rn

headphones on. novella notebook open. quiet saturday evening night. lets gooo

discovered a pair of headphones in my dresser. mine now! perfect for grad school in the fall :3

devoured pasta and have warm milk tea. my ankles and knees are not cooperating and i’m on the verge of tears from pain but yum snacks

decisions are TOO hard to make. i will use the fuzzy fluffy journal to write an evil novella that came to me in a literal dream