Maybe I Would Actually Eat If I Didn’t Have To Change Out Of My Pajamas Before Going Upstairs.

I saw fanart of Mr. Will You Do the Fandango and now I can’t breathe I’m simping too hard

Today I learned that all the little stories I wrote in high school got deleted because I didn’t save them to my other account, but it’s kind of fine because I don’t actually remember what any of them were. Still, I’m a little disappointed.

I am doing this because I can

nice

My ex best friend gave me a blanket for Christmas, back when we were still friends. The other day my mom asked if I was going to keep it and I was like, well, it’s a blanket, so yes. She asked why I would keep something from someone I hate, and I responded that it’s still useful no matter who gave it to me. She took a sip of her water and said to me while looking out the window, “That’s what is called having no morals.”

It's hard trying to talk to my mother because when you try to get an answer out of her, she'll imply something that she's not saying and she refuses to say what she means. And when YOU say what you mean, she believes there's a hidden meaning and she won't actually answer your question because she thinks you’re trying to say something else.

I could never be a main character because I'm sensitive and insecure and depressed and I have anxiety and I would simply die after hearing anything mean directed at me even three times.

today’s motivation for getting out of bed: wanting to show my brother an oddly shaped skittle I found

Someone find me a cute man that adores me and thinks I’m his world so that I can show him all the affection he deserves and all his friends will be so happy he’s found someone.

My brother told me he knows my Tumblr and all my other accounts because I use the same username each time, so Big Bro, if you’re reading this:

NERD

Another evidence to add to my list of evidences that I am, in fact, aro:

When I was younger, I thought I had a crush on a guy in my school, and one day he saw me sitting with another guy at lunch. Before our next class started, he came up to ask who the other guy was. I had wondered if he was feeling jealous, but I just said, “Oh that was my friend. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that big brother instinct kicking in.”

And I was like “oh Okay” and it was the most hilarious thing to me that I had just gotten family-zoned. I was laughing about it all afternoon, but when I told my friends, they were all “oh no I’m so sorry!” and I was like it literally doesn’t matter?? why are you pitying me??????