crying throwing up adulthood is an insult to the thesis of my being which is the existential equivalent of scrounging loose change and hoping its enough for nicotine, caffeine, and focalin. wtfwtfwtf b!tch just puke out something of substance already
lowkey miss my middle school energy and propensity for creativity without too much fear of judgement. i’d just write and post and write and post and i didn’t give a singular fvck
remember when we used to say “lol here’s a new chappie for you uwu” like homie what kind of complex did we have to think that was quirky or funny or whatever-the-fvck
sorry for the late posts on if or is. been a bit shaky aligning edits with a new idea i decided to insert last minute. who says halloween can't be celebrated into novemeber?