Take Care of Yourself

I met every single creepy pasta and they wre all nice to me

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

there should be a heart key on the keyboard

He hasn't been the same since saying good night. He's since been laying there for hours in the dark, not looking or hearing... Sometimes I hear him shuffle slightly.

wednesday night….the thinking man’s friday

actually i’ve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die

Felt weird and now its everyones problem

don't go into the humanities because they're unprofitable and don't go into stem cuz its getting torn apart right now and don't go into buisness because it's competetive and speculative and don't go into education because it pays like shit. Just lay on thr ground. Just lay on the ground.

Nooo don’t worry my pyramid scheme is queer owned