new 1917 came in. goosebumps

read a jayvik fanfic. broke down sobbing and got two hugs about it. going to make broccoli i guess

very weird to exist as a person floating through the days unmoored to anything in particular

the key is to simply fill your life out with hobbies and timepassers until you realize you have no space left for those who were absent

leg so fucked up it makes a man want to pop his out of the damn joint like a barbie doll

i’m like if house md was an insane hellokitty girlfriend. so, like, evil but make it pink

sleep schedule is fucked but i’ve been enjoying reading fanfic in bed when i wake up to come to terms with the agony of my leg

iconoclastic

switched the wrists my bracelets were on because the green one kept digging into my damn skin when i pressed down to write

god doesn’t love me and that’s alright. too much of a weird little faggot with a busted up leg to attend mass anyway

having an eating disordered past and trying to be mindful about losing weight is like repeatedly grabbing a knife by the blade. btw

nails are long enough to obnoxiously clack against my phone screen when i text like a y2k villain

easy to talk the talk, much harder to walk it

plucking my eyebrows is a nightmarish task. i have no idea if this shit is crooked or not

bro i meal prepped (bagged portions of broccoli out for a week) i'm so ready (sesame dressing ftw)

my existence is inherently disruptive and political so, yknow, explains why im a yapper

fucking hell dropping the caffeine further has made me into the world's sleepiest man

my childhood bestfriend being a punk explains a LOT of my personality despite the pastel pink. makes u think!

voted "most likely to be put into a hamsterbubble/bubblewrapped" by loved ones

notorious yapper, chatter, talker, speaker, babbler, meower, etc