Day dreaming about cutting my hair into a cute bixie, leaving the country and cutting contact with everyone i know because in all my interactions i am angry with myself for not knowing who i am thus i am terrible company at the moment #notnice
I have finally developed an attachment to a plushie as a 22 year old adult woman.
I have been waiting 22 years for this canon event in life! I will kill for this thing!
These two pictures are representative of my yin and yang, this is my true essence, this is who i have become, i feel like both of these constantly ebbing and flowing between them like a true enigma, mmm yes this is my true self
One day you will be 22 and be like damn im starting to feel kinda good about myself and then you will get a boyfriend and realize damn im lowkey more needy and insecure than i thought and they should shoot me with a gun
when i get anxious for no reason i know it’s because my parallel in another dimension is engaging in a skirmish of some sort. i channel my energy in these moments to give him the fortitude to be victorious
Eating ungodly amounts of sugar at Gmas house knocking myself tf out sugar is poision im going to get killed im going to get brutally murered by my own inability to care that sugar is killing me rigth now