i have so much to do but i want to cuddle up under my blanket and die- sorry, fall asleep.

Gatekeeping my shit bc an 11 yro is copying everything i do.

Bitch i bought that shit bc it meant sth to me. Don't ruin it for me.

9 months ago.

Doing shadow work by thinking about my problems and crying and thinking about how i can get past them bc i just can't write anymore.

ماراتن سکس اجوکیشنم اصلا به دلم نمیچسبه چون توی این مدت که بین فصل ۲ و ۳ خیلی فاصله افتاد ۶ بار سریالو ریواچ کردم و الان حفظم کلّشو.

Me: * exists *
My brain: what if we make them cry out of the blue?

Am i sad and hopeless and helpless? Yes
Do i think the very few friends i have hate me and are annoyed by me? Yes
Do i feel like y'all get annoyed by everything i send you? Yes

what if i'm someone you won't talk about?

If you have the money to buy whatever you want, whenever you want, without having to think if you're gonna need the money in a near future or how you're gonna earn/put the money back, you're not poor. Stop acting like one.