I'm currently eating pretzels with peanut butter. Like I have a whole jar of peanut butter and a whole bag of pretzels.
Nvm after I wrote that I got a phone call from Ari asking me about nails and if we could hangout. After that I put my food away and talked to shaes dad for a bit. He may be a bad person but he can have good advice.
I walked into my room and all my cats were on my bed. The photo I took is at the top.
I'm watching Jen and pat while playing with slime. Makes me feel like a kid again.
I can't tell if I want to be around people or away from them. I've been desperately trying to talk to people as much as possible. My call logs would be prof of that.
I can't tell if I'm hungry or full.
I wanted to write but I don't really know what to talk about. I'm to tired to think about anything, I'm just sort of spitting out words.
I have to do a lot of laundry tomorrow, and shower.
YOU ARE READING
Maggots are eating at my brain
Randomidk it's a part 2 to my "A fucked up home" story