Once you start hating someone, it feels like it never goes away.
Even the way they breathe can gets on my nerves.
Getaaa hoy helpppp

my love language is making you indomine and hiding one boiled egg in it.
just to get a endeeeee

I wish I was told what I did wrong sometimes instead of making me feel like shit.

If I ever move out of this country or get my own place, the first thing I will do to mark my independence is change my hair. I will either rock a pixie cut or go with a bob.
Mark my words.

Things that could make me a billionaire if they were monetized.
Oversharing.
Clumsiness.
Top two.

I have to add typos too damn

"Everything is a delicate touch away from changing."

I like and hate when people think I am dumb.
Am I dumb?
Sometimes
Do I pretend to be dumb?
Yes.
Why?
Idk.

My friend is hope core itself.
I love finding her comments on people’s videos, Substack.

Gem of a human
Geta hoy.

If she treats strangers that way, just imagine how lucky I am.

Guess who is still at home.
Weynee😭😭layaschel ayset.
wechiii anchi beggg

I love old people. I love hands that have worn out from a lifetime of holding, building, cooking, comforting. I love how their concern feels so pure, how their honesty is harsh yet gentle. They carry so many things at once wisdom, grief, humor, quiet resistance like layers of a story written over decades. I love how careful they are, how easily they notice the little things we forget to see. I love how they move through the world, a little freer, a little more themselves, as though life has stripped away everything unnecessary and left only truth behind. They are living proof of survival of everything that can break you but doesn’t and somehow, they make me want to live long enough to become someone like them.

I think the time has come, or it's just a result of my lack of sleep.
We will find out in the morning.

Imposter syndrome.

My mom's way of rage baiting me is telling me to come to a family function, which I said I won't come to, and call me and give the phone to the family, saying they are mad at me. Mannnn I don't even want to get out let alone meet people.

Intrusive thoughts made my sunday tho lovely human goddd!

Funny how addiction is exactly what I’m doing here typing, sharing, spilling out thoughts I don’t even respect. I despise every bit of it, yet I’m not brave enough to delete it all and move on. So I just lie in bed and write nonsense, because I’m blocked from writing anything but nonsense. It’s pathetic, really a cycle that proves I have no self control.

Remembering I have free will so I kms.