Me: why am I so tired?
Also me : *hasn’t drank water since last week, hasn’t eaten for two days, high, bored, no motivation, stays up until 3-4am, chronically drinks soda even before bed, eats like shit when I do, only looks at screens all day*
Me: it’s such a mystery.
Does anybody know what a sky is?
And then a cow?
Moo?
My partner: ah yes girls love it when I sneeze on their penis
I hate trying to find people to write with and then we get talking and we click but then when it comes time to start the story I get ghosted. Like what the hell. They come on, read my message I sent, then vanishes again for however many days. I just want to write why is it so hard to find a decent, attentive person with the same writing drive as me? Istg it feels like everyone has a low writing Lobito and I’m here wanting to pump out novels.
Someone: there’s more fish in the sea!
My bf: but I don’t want those fish! I want that rat in the corner!!
Literally Me:
I am both and all and none at the same time
I hate having hyper-fixations. I obsess over it way too hard until it’s the only thing I can think of, and when I can’t do it (write with friends) I quite literally experience withdrawal symptoms. I get anxious, angry, restless. It sucks because the only way I can escape it is getting high or sleeping. But even then when I sleep I dream of them.
I hate my brain, and myself extraordinarily much
HE IS SO MEAN TO ME ALL I WANT IS TO WRITE SOME GAY APOCALYPTIC SEX WITH HIM AND NOW HES BULLYING ME ONLINE.
I CANNOT BEEEEELIEVE HIS AAAAUUUDDDACITYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
I wish I could apologize to myself for being young drunk and alone.
He’s a chronically tired half nuked pizza that toots
Trying to cuddle with my partner in bed and I snuggle in and he says in the most innocent voice
“I tooted.”
Fml I love him.
He’s accused me of cursing his nipples to be cold
Something is wrong with my bf’s nipples. They’re freezing while everything is warm. He’s like a half nuked leftover pizza with the one frozen pepperoni.
My partner and I are both chronically tired, but he’s the “ima take a nap” tired and I’m the “Im tired so I’ll just CHALK MY ENTIRE SYSTEM UP ON CAFFEINE AND STAY AWAKE FOR 27 HOURS😃☕️”
I’m nothing short of a Jagaloon
Deciding whether to look like a twink, a princess, or a rat when I see my partner is the hardest thing in the world.
