How the hell did I live here for as long as I did? It’s been nothing but pleasant and just being in this house is making me miserable.
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How the hell did I live here for as long as I did? It’s been nothing but pleasant and just being in this house is making me miserable.
I feel like I have a very warped idea of what I look like. Whenever I see myself without immediately realizing it’s me, I look like a completely different person. It makes me wonder what other people think they look like, and if I think other people look different than they actually do just because I know them?
*vagueblogs into the night*
I need more upbeat sad music
David stop judging me
I want a dog
Why do my parents let me live with literally no adult supervision 99% of the time and then act like they can still make rules about what I do when I come home? I don’t understand the logic there.
If I nightblog too much my enemies could use my blog to destroy me emotionally