To get to know me a bit,
why?
idk

- I sometimes snore and I'm a heavy breather.
- I always like wearing socks (I don't understand why wearing socks in bed is considered a bad thing).
- I am sensitive.
- I change my mind too quickly.
- I have lots of friends (or at least I know a lot of people).
- I often spill something when I eat.
- I talk a lot.
- I can be loud.
- I laugh a lot.
- I get mad quickly.
- I am clumsy.
- I get scared easily.

That will do it.

Things I forgot that would upset most people

I absolutely HATE all kinds of meat.

I tasted happiness once.
I swallowed it too fast, let it burn all the way down.
Then I tried to
tie myself up from the inside,
held it there for a moment, pretending I could keep it.
But I have this habit,
this curse,
where I reach down my own throat
and force it all back up again.

“ይውጣ:ሲወጣ:ነው: ሚቀለዉ”

Good night babes.

Elllowww babes

i was about to say something keza got called, and now i’ve forgotten what it was.

morning babes

i look good with shash.

lasaychu neber got shy.

fuck it.

church makes me hate kids more geta hoy
agachiw agachiw nw melgn.

I sometimes ask myself how I would explain my life if I was in an interview like how would I tell them THIS life? And talk to myself too explaining it. 😭

*self choking emoji*

Muscle mommies are a gift from the heavens

i laughed a lot today.
and its all ME!
pat*pat* blen

roller coaster of a human.

I want to estimate my value to the 4th significant figure. I wanna know exactly how much I mean to people. And I'd rather underestimate myself. Because humbleness seems to be rewarded (or at least not laughed at when it's wrong). But if you were confident in something you shouldn've been in, say, yourself... I don't ever wanna be blindsided or ridiculed for not seeing it sooner. I'd rather prostrate myself under the altar of insecurity diguised as humility and rot.

Why do I always talk about myself? Why am I so damn introspective? Its as if my eyes are irreversibly glued inside out and the only thing in my field of vision is what I think and feel. I see the world not as how it is but as I react to it. I'm the center of my gravity. The only dip in my space time continuum. All I do is spin around and around myself. It's giving me a headache.

God wanted me to be funny, so he filled my life with funny embarrassments to share with my friends.
Askign hogna adelm werdetam engi.