today i was brave and doing irl shit and at a bar i was trying to chat up a man in his forties when a very young looking man (like twenty something) asked me for my number because he liked my bike and i was like uuhhh yeah okay
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today i was brave and doing irl shit and at a bar i was trying to chat up a man in his forties when a very young looking man (like twenty something) asked me for my number because he liked my bike and i was like uuhhh yeah okay
HOME TIME
[Melts] Maybe tonight / tomorrow night I'll be able to catch up with everything and everyone (answer dms, asks and tag games)... =w=) Zzz
It's so fucked that I need:
Glasses/contacts to see
BC to have a period
Meds to feel even an ounce of normalcy
Therapy to correct my behavior
Debt to live
Insurance to be refused coverage
I know my phone is hacked. I'm not a fucking moron. I wish that person would just come forward instead of aiding to the decline of my mental health. It's driving me insane as if I don't already have things in my life doing that for me. I'm tired. I don't have the capacity to deal with this shit and feel like my privacy is being violated, what little privacy I have left.
Keep pushing me to the edge. I already want to jump.
Show your face or leave me the fuck alone.
Gang I am in the trenches. Moving. Stressful. Looking for a new job half a country away. Stressful. But you know what's the most stressful? Thinking I had my period two weeks ago only to have it again this week. Did I shorten time? Did I fuck up my body bc I had to have a major diet change? Can stress bring my period forward two weeks? Whatever the reason, this one is particularly bad and I'm struggling to do more than lie on the heating pad. I HAVE THINGS TO DO BODY. WE'RE MOVING IN LESS THAN A MONTH.
Ken/unos smooching in my head
never goon before a shift lesson learned