I’m just a person trying to navigate this road called life. A person that is once you get to know me is a open book. I’ve got an interesting story to tell.
People love to tell me not to center myself and make it about when I talk about how depression affects my thoughts and routines, but those same sumbitches love to be all in my business and keep my name in their mouths. Please find a hobby.
I have a deep craving for peanut m&ms right now. If anyone would like to donate some funds to the Ludicrous Amount of M&Ms fund, your contribution would go to a great cause.
Have you reached that level of adult where you get excited for new appliances? Because I needed a new stick vacuum and I’m pumped to get it delivered soon. Please help me or end me…..maybe ending me is the best way to help me. 🙃
You know, it would be make a lot of people’s lives a lot better if I just didn’t wake up one morning. Who needs a burden like myself infesting their live anyway?
Why is there always some randos that make stupid remarks about my weight, trying to be funny about it. I get it, I’m a fat, ugly piece of shit. I don’t need the constant babble about it. I’m aware I’m rotund. My size will not cause chaos in your life, I promise.