see her ashamed, melting . It only takes a baby misstep caught from the wrong angle or tangled in bad feedback, cut with a tinge of criticism, pinned down by a thought of a mythical woman that once reigned my side of the bed, or broken by a bad day.

“Cramps can’t be that bad”

Some days I wish a car would roll over my back
like an aggressive massage istg.

Thank god for painkillers,
and peeps who don't use painkillers y'all don't know pain.

Or or “there goes the kid I never got the chance to fuck up”

#lookonthebrightside
not an actual human.

Yeahhh

goodnight babes.

how does one reclaim their academic confidence?
i feel hollow, and i don’t like feeling empty in this part of myself.

istg short people yetmetu sewoch nachew.
eleni i am talking about you,
they look so innocent demo.

mostly all my favorite humans are short ones.

How does one create? How do you come up with something you've never seen before? When you put pen to paper how do you make something new? what's your first stroke? first letter? first note?

the only thing i’ve discovered i’m truly creative at is self sabotage my brain has an uncanny talent for finding things that aren’t even there.
Very much creative if you ask me.

Eshi baby girl

being a morning person is bad slept only two hours and
i am awake now, because of body alarm.

Becha good morning babes.

i do things intensely. maybe the word is too much. maybe it is obsessively,passionately. i live pain and emotion at full volume. i love that way. i talk that way. i hear, i feel, i exist obsessively, and it makes it hard to be with anyone. even people who like you intensely start to feel shaken by it, like my glass is always overflowing while the world only ever offers half a cup. i feel extra, like two people sharing one body( schizo much blen)
when all that overflowing excitement has nowhere to land, it turns inward and becomes heaviness. it was easier when i got excited alone in my room, when screaming over small things did not scare anyone, then i learned to hide half of it. but my brain and my nerves do not understand half. they were raised on fireworks, sudden spikes, bright explosions. when they are ordered to dim themselves, they panic and lose the map. what is enough? what is the right amount of me?

do i stop loving obsessively?
do i cut people off to save them or myself?
where is my limit?
do i wait to be pushed off a cliff or do i run the moment i see the edge?
do i stay silent when someone lives in my mind?
when does intensity become intrusion?
when does staying turn into overstaying?
why do i love so fast and get comfortable so quickly?
why does loving deeply feel like something i should apologize for?
why do i crave someone so different from me, someone quieter, steadier, less on fire.

why am i too much?
and worse, why do i care so much that i am?

The only reason I want to visit diredawa.

LYSSA weye beygn.

joey doesn’t share sweets.

Take me back to my mother's womb. Then let me be a miscarriage.

yearning makes you dumb btw.

arfachu temaru!!

a book quote i think.

i love lab class.
a friend joined our group and said we’re loud and can’t sit in one place.
honestly, its the only time i socialize with my classmates.

but guess who always gets the numbers right.
i think the guy tolerates us because that.

i will save money from now on.

*monthly allowance hits

i saved myself this month. that counts as something.