job market so terrible im listening to elliott smith thinking of the time i had a job

job market so bad i miss my desk 9-5 more than my ex girlfriend

maxwell’s silver hammer is one of the most important pieces of bisexual music ever produced

me once a month for no reason at all

it’s never too late to change
it’s never too late to change
it’s never too late to change
it’s never too late to change
it’s never too late to change

not everyone is out to get me I’m not fucking richard nixon why do I always feel paranoid like this

trying to convince myself that its okay if the conversation didn’t reach to an understandable conclusion because we just defied the classic narrative act and got a little postmodern with it

*picking petals off a flower* i don’t care… i care… i don’t care… i care… i don’t care

I was feeling insecure, you might not love me anymore, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m just a jealous guy

my ancestors who had to visit neighbors to listen to music are smiling down on me

to lead a better life, i need my love to be here

for my next trick i will be in the wind, in the water, nobody’s son and nobody’s daughter

wings at the speed of sound (1976) would be a beautiful name for a babygirl

unfortunately i've done the hard work of moving on and it's changed me as a person

my dissatisfaction with myself is really ruining the vibes

worst person you know uses children’s gifs and babytalks unprovoked

I am so goddamn strange it’s actually very unbelievable

and it’s shameful to be told this or for someone to point it out but i dont think its mean or atleast i shouldn’t take it as mean. it’s actually nice of people to want to help i think. i just feel so ashamed to realize ive lived two decades doing something extremely strange and out of touch with reality / social etiquettes and I haven’t realized it until someone points it out.

I am trying my hardest to become a real human being because I know in approximately one or two years all the “charm” I have for my strange and offputting traits and behaviors will wear off and my youth won’t be a novelty guarding me anymore so I’m trying to fucking reign it in and become an independent real person but I do wonder sometimes if I’m actually chronically ill and whats wrong with me is not in fact high functioning autism but much more middle or even low functioning and not maskable, which is nothing bad ofcourse but it does make everything about myself and my life more scary and harder to navigate

people can say they have autism too (and have it too actually) but not be ready for the person you become when you unmask. it probably wouldn’t be easy talking to myself if i was in their shoes. and times like this you really wonder if a job, living alone, and a social life outside your parents is possible for you with this level of functionality. i can do stuff on my own but am i doing any of them right?

sorry for sharing my neurological problems lol do you think im still cool and mysterious