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I'm sick of this.

I am so fucking

Tired

Of feeling full of

Wires

I am so fucking

Sick

Of being filled with a fog so

Thick

That I can't think or

Breathe

And I am so fucking done

Of not feeling like

Enough

Not girly enough

Not boyish enough

Not happy enough

Not depressed enough

Not nervous enough

Not calm enough

Not formal enough

Not casual enough

Not warm enough

Not shy enough

Not

Fucking

Enough

I am

So

Fucking

Sick-

Tired-

Done.

Because this isn't enough.

Ugghhh

Aaaaaaaah, I used up 4 pages of my journal last next while feeling shitty.

Regrrrrreeeeeettt thaaaaaaat sooooo muuuuuccchhhhh, uggggghhhhhhhhhhh

Whatever,, though, because scribbling mimicked scratching, so I did that instead, scribbling, I mean.

Hard rock from the 70s is soothing to my nephew??????(And me)

My dad and I have been listening to Slade and Quiet Riot with my 2 year old nephew.

Elijah(my nephew) just FELL ASLEEP while listening to "Bang Your Head(Metal Health)".

Eli, dude, how the fuck???

I didn't want to get rid of the stretch so instead I struggled with using lineart pens and markers on fucking wax paper. Never again.

Pidgeon Florhavien, Daisy Corivia, and Simon Arachnie; The Info Trio! Pidge is a total sci-fi nerd that loves aliens, Daisy is a bit of a slut but shes really sweet, and Simon just never has any fucks to give. All are my OCs, and I love them(even though they’re all total disasters, lol)

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!

Just kidding, the first session of teen group is tomorrow and I wanna make some friendos

Hey, my migraine is finally calming it’s tits!

TIME TO BLARE SOME FUCKING TUNES👍👍

Hey, my migraine is finally calming it's tits!

TIME TO BLARE SOME FUCKING TUNES👍👍

The snakey boi is now named Allistar and I love him.

Thanks to @brozkiie for the A++ name! Ily!

It's 6 am, I am not tired, but I have not slept.

What can I say?

I can be hella gay.

I suddenly remembered that Kill la Kill is a thing and i...

I started being rly gay and ranting about how hot the girls in it are.

But like, I'm not wrong, Ryuko is fucking hot.

WHAT THE FUCK, RAINBOW! THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKING MEAN "THIS WILL END IN FLAMES???" BITCH LIKE THE FUCK IT WILL, YOURE NOT HURTING MY BOYS! DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM!

I have some... feelings about the Carry on sequel that I have to wait two years for.

I recently got the first manga (in physical form) of Horimiya and it reminded me that that my OC Allison Clari (who I made years before I read Horimiya for the first time) is a lot like the MC Kyouko Hori...

From there I drew comparisons between my friend @brozkiie 's OC Mitchell Davis and the other MC Izumi Miyamura.

And finally I realised that their relationship dynamic is pretty similar to what I imagine Mitch and Alli's is like.

You know those paint chip thingys?

I want them.

I want to collect as many as I can for no reason!

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be cutting back on my collections but... I've always wanted to collect those and there is nothing actually stopping me!!!

This post claims to have 1 note but I'm pretty sure me posting it doesn't count. 🙃🐢🙃🐢

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

Friend: *kills hinself*

My fucking, shit-brain: death? You like death?? You want some dreams of death??? Have some nightmares of people being mauled or run over! Have nightmares of your past friends and old teachers chasing you while tying to kill you!! Have a nightmare of your mom planing to kill you!!!

You LOVE death right?

Me: I'd rather die from exhaustion then sleep.

Brain: not good enough? Wanna imagine your nephew being murdering by someone gouging his eyes out?? Wanna imagine him falling down some stairs and smashing his head open??? I can do that! I'll even make you think about him being kidnapped!! Or maybe even just him suffocating in his sleep!!!

DONT YOU JUST L O V E DEATH???

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

I missed. His funeral.

Fuck.

I missed the entire service because my nephew was being loud/giggly/fussy and I offered to walk around the church lobby and outside for a bit to see if he's calm down.

He didn't.

I missed the entire. Fucking. Service.

I was actually relieved at first but then almost immediately get super pissed about it, because this is someone that I was friends with when I was like 3-9 years old and he killed himself and I MISSED HIS GODAMN FUNERAL.

What the fuck am I supposed to do except be fucking pissy???

Long story short: I'm being a bitch because I didn't do something that I didn't even want to do.

JUST WALKED OUT OF THE THEATER AND I CAN NOT STOP SMILING, HOLY SHIT, GO SEE LOVE, SIMON!!!

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.

One of our girl bunnies gave birth to at least 10 babies saturday before last, 2 were already dead when we found them.

4 were gray and tan and the other 4 were completely black.

Only 4 survived until tuesday of the following week. The 4 black ones. One died one sunday, and three on monday.

Tuesday -the day I got punished for drawing a picture- there were still alive.

Two more died -one a day- before I took the remaining two away from their mother.

She had been letting them die and them eating them.

I took care of those last two since then.

One of them was sick and died this monday.

The last one died this morning.

I had been keeping it (I kept both of them in it) in a small box -made nest with a giant sweater and a heated sock full of rice.

Last night/this morning it somehow got out and got into the dog cage.

We have three, small, very old, blind, and mostly deaf dogs.

One of which fucking loves puppies/anything reassembling puppies.

The last baby was loved to death. And with the description my mom, who found it, gave me... It's a horrible way to die.

I don't know why I'm not upset.

I don't know why I'm posting this.

When you push your friend's away so fucking much that they don't even bother to check on you and you're not sure if you should be happy or sad.

Hahaha, I'm a terrible person...