purity ring has been slept on for the last 12 years

my father wants to read my publications but they're all about me sinning and being sad about my childhood

my cat is lucky he's cute with all these expensive medical bills

cannot get myself to do the things i need to do this morning. sigh

we as a society aren't talking enough about how weird skin is

shoutout to anyone who's like existing

someday i won't live below children that cry themselves to sleep or mothers that scream at them

having soup in bed bc i live on the edge

the rain has me so sleepy but no. i must do union work

laughing over my old diaries with friends is very healing to the tween me that felt fundamentally hateable & hated everything in turn :’)

the ceo of the library where i work finally remembers my name, after meeting me no less than three times lol

writing about my old dumb mistakes is quite painful actually!

what if i quit my job and take a bus to nyc and never look back

i <3 writing melodramatic prose about the summers of my youth

watching my cat chase his tail and thinkin bout the futility of this modern life

wahoo happy to be new in town