Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
no food starve die die u bastard
arse piece *giggle*
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
i sleeps with the fridges
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
To own desired objects
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Just a git
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
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