Two Things Rn.
Two things rn.
Earlier today I had an appointment with a psychiatrist that works for my therapist. The appointment lasted 2 hours, at the end of which he gave me a prescription for Prozac, which I've decided to start tomorrow.
I know from experience that dying your hair with kool-aid is great if you want really bright hair until the end of time sooo... I've been thinking about dyeing my hair a rainbow, which would be awesome and I really wanna do it!
TL;DR: I'm going to start Prozac tomorrow and I wanna dye my hair a rainbow using kool-aid.
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I /was/ gonna make a post about how sad and lonely I am and how badly I want someone/anyone to want Me- but then my cat started playing with a ball of painter's tape that I'd left on the floor and I remembered that I fucking love cats and life is good, actually!
Me: *has a GI stomach bug,aka:is sick*
Dad: have you fed the rabbits?
Me: no, I've been throwing up and my body aches, and I don't want to move.
Dad: well you better go see how many of them are dead, then.
Me, internally: it's only been two days? I'm sick?? Why is that no one else can do it??? Literally, you can do it???? IM SICK?????
Beautiful, spectacular, phenomenal, top of the line, 10/10, gorgeous, I love them
and to finish it off, Rylie and Nari
Such a handsome baby boi, I love😙💕
Why I've stopped tagging my posts:
Me lzy AF
My new bab: Alex-Lotol the axalotol! I love him sm #(• ♡ •)# (I am NOT a little so please don't interact)
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I started watching My Love Story and Damn am I gay for Yamato-san
She is so fucking cute and she /bakes/.
Like holy shit, she's so cute, I want her and Takeo-kun to get married and be happy forever because they deserve it, goddamn it!
A noice drawing that took me twenty fucking minetes(which was mostly just shading).
Although, I must say: fucking worth it.
Sometimes I think back to -arguably- my most prestigious accomplishment: Being a creative writer in Piccolo Spoleto:Rising Stars.
And I think: why the ever-fuckity-fuck did I think those poems were good???
I was so stiff and awkward, it was terribleeee
But, you know what, if I were to get he chance to do it again, I would.
But I wouldn't read poems about love (for... reasons)-oh no!- I'd write some poems about anger, or sadness, or something stupid and meaningless! Because this are the things I should write about.
Looking back though, performing was such an insane experience that is do again in a heart beat.
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