Because I Wanted To Show You

I'm feeling kinda terrible, like I'm going to pass out constantly. So I'll be terminating my day soon, but I finished the pattern for an embroidery project I'm working on. I don't like this shirt very much, so if I fuck it all up, no hard feelings. It's inspired by Dutch pottery (you know the ones) and Im really excited to work on this because it helps me connect to my culture. Something I know most, if not all, white Canadians and Americans can relate to. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night <3

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

I want a love triangle but the main character is a trans guy in a fantasy world (or just medieval) and the two interests are the queen and another servant who works for the queen. The queen is convinced he's a lesbian, and he makes the other servant question if he himself is gay or not. Both encounter the main character as both a nice looking woman, and a hot guy but neither of the interests figure it out until the end.

The nickname "ghost" really suits me. Wether it be me lurking in random chatrooms for hours, not responding for half an hour because I just tend to be like that, or hopping on to social media and being active for five minutes then disappearing for another three months.

What I thought working in a library would be like,

What it's really like,

What it's really really like,

I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.

You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.

Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.

I can't be the only one who just

A good song which I will rewind if it comes on and I miss half the build up because I wasn't paying attention and you have to deal with it pal.

And

What the fuck why are you playing this aloud this song makes me feel like I need to take a shower, turn it off.

Me having three separate conversations with my friends on discord on the same server:

General chat: Me - I'm extremely depressed

Friend - me too lmao

Images: Friend 2 electric boogaloo - look guys a women

Friend - pretty lady

Friend 2 electric boogaloo - woman*

Me - it's a women

[my] room: Me - look upon my good boy waffles and weep fuckoos

Friend - good boy

Friend 2 electric boogaloo - good cunt

Also!, I have to mention putting exclamation points after or before periods and commas to portray different emotions!

You know what? I'm going to put commas and periods wherever I feel like a break or stop would be if I was saying this.

Will forever regret not grabbing that really nice tweed jacket I saw on the ground walking to and from school. It didn't have any holes either. I ignored my magpie instincts and lost out

Why does a good coat or tweed jacket have to cost 500£?!?! 😭