I have been in my room sleeping for two days now,and to make things better, I have no class tomorrow.
I wonder where I will be?

I am crashing out
but I made a promise to myself not to use words here anymore.

I swear to god it's not even a haha thing anymore.

Genuine question how do y'all act normal and live life?

How does one be consistent in the things that they do? I am ngl I get stuff done quickly I am good at it, but I can't stop myself from going into this mental chaos every time. I do my routines welI keep everything intact, eko, but at the same time, I have this self torture that I can't seem to get rid of.

Btw i much different in rl calm or quiet or laughing at some stupid things.
that’s why i fear long conversations irl.

Now let's go back to the day that people told me I look and talk like Syd from The Bear. Good old times.

I freaking love Ayo Edebiri!

I just saw a guy saying, "I am 34 years old. I should stop blaming my parents. But if you knew the foundation isn't built safely, would you feel safe on the 34th floor?"
Idk if the wording is right but he has a point.

The urge to post my annoying videos here.

Drink your water babes.

had a nosebleed because of my migraine. waited in line to get the same medicine and for him to tell me to drink water.

you should get out and get fresh air more.
ere bet.

can you be a normal parent and be glad I don't go out more?

i feel called out 😭

lost 2 kilos tho 😃

My favorite channel.

Writer’s block but It's not that you can't write it's that you started to choose what to write and what to make transparent.

i think about death and i want it to happen far from this house far from the walls that have memorized my breathing i am that human who stares at the thought of people behind the grave their eyes digging into the coffin wondering what i left behind if i die here my mother will tear my father’s peace apart
i will drown in whispers they will circle me with sharp tongues and colder hands one suspicion feeding another until the whole room reeks of rot i see more conspiracy theories than my dry body.
so when i die i want it outside far from both homes not crushed under a car too i don’t want a stranger cussed by my yearning i want to be the only one who doesn’t return i want my body to be the only ruin no name knotted in my ending no face stained by my leaving i want my last breath to vanish into a place no one owns where the ground swallows me without witnesses where the dark takes me in and keeps me,
oh how lovely am i thinking for the people who might or not care for me beyond death.
lovely human was i.

Let’s normalize reading for pleasure, not productivity. ‎you don’t need to extract lessons from every page. ‎some books are just meant to be enjoyed! ‎you’re not wasting time, you’re reclaiming it.