Unrelated: unfortunately I have begun to scare my friends by the frequency at which I announce that I wish I was dead (I do so once per every time that I wish I was dead)
It fucking hurts but i think the lesson I need to learn is to give up. To just 100% stop hoping and give it all the fuck up. You need empty hands to receive
Fuuuuuck this is the 2nd time in the last week that I was vaguely flirty with a beautiful autistic stranger at a bar and they were like “that’s very charming, but let me acutely identify and express what you need to do to be happier in your daily life” and they’re painfully right
I feel like I’m a protagonist of a fantastical Disney Channel Original Movie one quarter of the way in where they wish upon a star that any aspect of their life would improve at all except this is the real world and so everything just keeps getting gradually worse forever instead
Though I did just spend like an hour perusing the tweets of my previous drunk self; I love them, they are so much sweeter and more pure; they truly exist no longer and we ought to fade gracefully