i want to see evidence that any one might still care about me

i want to speak to someone who’s always known me to test whether or not they could still like me or respect me and to ask them if i’mchanged

messy room. blank mind. empty days. disorganised thoughts. wanting for nothing. whatever

new resolution: i will make an effort to look pretty every single day of december, even if no one is going to be seeing me

i cant fucking sleep. no one loves me. all my exes from high school have me blocked on whatsapp. idk wtf i did. i want phone call. it’s 5am.

rly wanna get piped rn 😴

i cant sleeep but i have to. cant wait to do my make up tomorrow im more excited abt getting ready before the thing than the actual thing

im like a bird i only fly away

im radical feminist posting on tumblr rn like a bawse

i am cup of tea with milk, i am sunken cheeks and bug eyes, i am waif, i am furry leather jacket and leather boots in december

i am jhene aiko. i am lash extensions, waifishness, pretty shoulderless mesh top, dark kohl eyeliner, pouty poorly lit selfie, healing

well, everyday is all there is

7 hour shower

saw esdeekid saturday. started playing civ 6 sunday. have not known peace since.

the morning is so important

i love my zachy

im ray ploshansky

meow

i am in like a really magical mental space right now where i know that my life sucks and i want to change it but i am not upset about it..

once again ketamine reminds me exactly why it is the best drug