"stop showing me your stupid stupid soul"

i know you're something special. i know you're something spectacular

i want to throw up and explode

i love men with long dirty greasy unbrushed hair

Spindly and Reclusive

nyon

mr. pronouns, pro me a noun

art fight is funner and less scary than i thought it would be

i feel like i'm floating on clouds

excited for the autumnal equinox because that is my self-made blorbo's wretched birthday(s)

i don't deserve contact with other people

i shouldn't be around people ever

throwing my phone and computer in the lake

am i just going to bottle it up until i yell at everyone? bc i feel like that's where it's heading to be honest

why do you hurt me? i don't understand. and i don't know how to ask

pizza

need to normalize taking 2-3 days to rest after doing a stressful activity for myself because wow

everybody's crawling on the ceiling but you

nine years is nothing when faced with an unknown source of distance

i have got to brush my hair more often so i don't have to keep ripping mats out of it but I Hate Brushing It