I Changed My Name Based Off Some Random Shit I Wrote In A Rly Sad Journal Three Years Ago

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.

i hate going to Events. fucking Events man. why are they there. what do they want from me. feels like i always got some bitchass Even coming up.

tell me why the actual FUCK i just entered a PUBLIC RESTROOM and there was a woman just TAKIN A FAT PISS with the stall door WIDE OPEN. i need to BLEACH my EYEBALLS.

the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.

if i don’t get asked to prom im crashing out but if i get asked by someone i don’t like im also crashing out but if i get asked by the person i like i’ll probably crash out so idk. losing ig.

just got an absolutely FIRE matcha latte from my coffee shop who’s income is almost solely from the purchases i make on a weekly basis. (i am now broke.)

it’s doing what??

i love befriending elvis variations so much.

ok so i have like 20 followers maybe but i absolutely MUST post unnecessary life updates. SO. i am SO READY TO LOCK IN. i have a 2,000 word AP essay due sunday and ive barely started and its worth over half my grade. i will post again at midnight what my word count is. currently at 250. ill see you all it two hours. pls for the love of all that is good and holy, pray for me, wish me luck, any of the above. 🫡🫡🫡

some blue sargent fanart for yall