'I'm trapped in my tiny human brain, and it's killing me. But I'm fine- yeah, I'm alright. If I move my hands fast enough I won't die.'
I just don't want to talk to anybody anymore.
I'll have a great weekend (like the one I had this week).
Me and my sister went out to this town on the beach to stay with her family, I had to wear long sleeves and avoid questions which was pretty anxiety forcing, but I was okay.
'Don't be afraid I'm not insane, just irrational. But isn't that the same?'
And now, I'm back to my usual state of just hiding in my room. I've eaten two yogurts today and it's about 16:30. Is that okay?
I just ugh.
I don't know why I'm isolating myself like this. I just.
Just just just just.
'I wanna be ten feet tall, I wanna eat fire and snow, I wanna scare everyone.'
Just isn't always enough, you know? It'd be nice to know, for someone to.
'I wanna collect swords, stab my walls when I'm bored.'
You're so
Annoying.
I hate myself for saying it but goddamn. I want to love you so bad, I do love you. I do.
'Finally feel at home.'
I wish I did dude. I really, really wish I did.
"Because we all know how good I am with restaurants"
*rolls eyes* "it's just a restaurant"
"Doesn't make me feel any better"
'And in the morning, I'll make cereal.'
