You literally do not hold enough space in my heart, in my mind, in my life, to deserve this post, but as a twofer I guess I could. With the impending tiktok ban, crawlin' back to you.
Every year- without a doubt, I feel
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the year, of standing up for yourself? as if.
when's the last time you check in with yourself? as if.
the literal feeling, the absence of my love- and you feel off kilter. you use and you use and you use, me- i give and give and give. and i end up emotionally burnt out.
it's for the better, i am relieved, but still i mourn.
you should consider yourself lucky, as i had even cared enough to clue you in, as opposed to her, who- well, you know, we're just going to leave in the past.
i do believe in curses, i believe in luck, bad luck i guess, is still luck. anyway. this is all ramblings of a mad man. word vomit. brain dump. this is why i didn't have a moh, but yet here we are. word play- art?
"has she reached out to you?" as if
"if she thought something--" no, there is no thought. there is no care. literally just "me me me". i feel like there is not a time in the world, where she thought about "us" there's only "in what other ways can i bleed her dry" soul sucking.
resolutions:
cut the bitches out (check)
10k steps? :) so far so good! i wonder, how i'd be able to manage during my travels... but you have to give yourself grace, no?
#142/3 (at 1.15)
4 weeks for yourself,
8 for them
12 for everyone else.
3) i hope we can stay in touch when you leave me. it'll only take four(?) years, and then will you come back? will i still be here? you're my kind of people. thank you for loving me
ok, bye for another 376 years :7 hehe, maybe we'll be back, idk, this is a big screen kinda place and i only like little screen.... idk
ovbiously this person has done so much research and cares about their tortoise so much but…. the mf idea of having a live tortoise in a TUPPERWARE?! IN MY FRIDGE?? WITH ME FOOD? ahahahaha
Back in 2015, I went over to a classmate’s house for group project work late in the fall, and in the middle of working on the presentation, offered to grab sodas for people but they were out of pepsi and Andrew whose house we were at said “Oh, there’s more in the basement fridge.”
So I go down to the basement, which is well-lit and finished and indeed there are more pepsi but also in the fridge is a massive tortise. This animal was the dimensions of a desktop computer and probably outweighed a labrador. It’s not moving, and is set in the middle of a plastic tray so it’s apparently supposed to be there. I go back upstairs.
“Hey Andrew.” I say, nonchalantly. “So is the tortise in the fridge down there for soup or what?”
“The what?” says the other member of the group project. I don’t remember her name, just that she always wore her hair in pigtails with butterfly clips that were based on real butterflies and she had at least a dozen species.
“Oh! No, that’s Andrew Too.” he says. “His species hibernates so he stays in the fridge for the holidays.”
“You named your tortise after you?” I ask.
“No, uh- Well, my grandfather got him in Egypt or somewhere while he was on leave during the war and He was named Andrew, so he thought it would be funny to name him ‘Andrew Too’.
…Then Mom named me after him so Gandpa left me Andrew Too in his will. He’s pretty cool when he’s awake. Lets us dress him up for summer holidays, doesn’t bark.”
“Oh!” Said Butterflies. “My dad served in the Gulf War too! What unit was he in?”
“Oh no, Grandpa was with the Royal Air Force in World War Two. Andrew Too is going to be 70 this year! We’re going to make him a carrot cake!”
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