highkey thinking about posting on here again, cursed concept tbh, but would anybody care? probably not. i have this concept i can’t seem to knock out of my noggin but i probably shouldn’t put it anywhere. anywho, i’m baking bread and growing herbs (not the mary-jane, actual herbs) and just trying not to die inside as much. idk. carry on, you funky dudes.
highkey thinking about posting on here again, cursed concept tbh, but would anybody care? probably not. i have this concept i can’t seem to knock out of my noggin but i probably shouldn’t put it anywhere. anywho, i’m baking bread and growing herbs (not the mary-jane, actual herbs) and just trying not to die inside as much. idk. carry on, you funky dudes.
my loneliness is driving me up the wall. time isn’t real. i go to bed at 6 and wake up at 3 am. some days i hardly eat anything or nothing and others i eat until i feel my stomach aching for me to stop. i am unmotivated and uninspired and running low on supplies for art. my headaches can’t be remedied by medicine anymore and sleeping is all i can do to escape this isolation. my mother has gotten worse. much. i don’t like who i see in the mirror. i just want to swim. thank you.
howdy howdy! self isolation has got me unimaginably bored so i fucked around and got the app. shit has changed and i really don’t like it tbh but i’m not here to get into that. things have gotten harder since practically abandoning this account and it’s crazy to see that some stories i really used to like are still being updated. my point in all of this is for the time being, i’m back.