Why doesn't anyone realize I'm constantly showing them who I am please leave and pursue positive and meaningful things

when I pour more isopropyl alcohol in my dead fly's jar to upkeep preserving it and the little specks float around... snowglobe!!

feeling my youth fade as we move from it girl to it girl and wishing my foundational dreams could have been normal

I want to curl up in my bed and turn to stone.

fuck webs of relationships and connection and fuck time I know they're necessary and I'm sure I like them deep down but they hurt

trying not to cry so hard my mouth hurts. what's up with that

oh earthly attachments to desires causing suffering

like the amount of resources and time put in to get nothing in return cannot be worth it

spread too thin and i don't do anything...

I have become unrecognizable, or maybe she just didn't care

I can't wait for this shit to get better bro

holy fuck i am so miserable and its all my fault let me out bro pleaseee

everyone talks about progressing and all i want to do is pause...

the overwhelming urge to tell everyone I'm getting into mahjong

who am i (in the sense that i both do not know and also that i am unrecognizable to even myself)

breaking my vegetarian streak for a bit of caesar dressing yummm

If I have totally fucked and screwed myself once again I will become the neet faildaughter the universe wants me to be

im so ill

when your problem is met with accusations instead of gentle trust and you know why anger is your first reaction

never have i felt so gluttonous