the canopy does not match my room at all .. well, by my bed. im going to have to reorganize everything if i want it to be aesthetically congruent(?).. which means im prob never touching it again. at least, until i move.
my mother said she was concerned about me becoming a serial killer because i have stuff in common with one she watched a documentary about(joke?)! goodnight
i died, witnessed my possible life of happiness, but because i was consumed by curiosity for morbidity like other children my age did, i rejected it and chose this fucking gay ass life instead.