the fact that people can see me makes me kinda uncomfortable.

i need to stop playing ludo with my emotions concerning him. i need to stop thinking about him so obsessively. i need to just fucking stop.

i indeed am a huge idiot.

finally.

please don’t judge, i suck at this stuff
the "colors of anjali" (sounds so shady) is actually a color book i made for her. it's a bunch of her pictures converted into coloring silhouettes to fill colors in

i love how i’ve stopped using those filters that completely alter your face, the pointless whitening especially. they distort your sense of self. you begin to see your bare face as something lacking, something to be fixed, and that’s deeply unsettling. it was actually one of the things i was planning to fix this year and i'm glad i've been keeping up so well that i have used those filters a total of zero times this year.

FUCKING CRIED IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS WHILE DOING A MONOLOGUE.

I INDEED AM A WALKING-TALKING EMBARRASSMENT.

i love sitting in silence. i love saying nothing.

drugs