an animal that used to be wild

How is it that I keep thinking my feelings matter to anyone but me? Like I keep making the same mistake over and over and keep being reminded that, no, no one gives a single fuck about how I feel the second my feelings don’t make you feel good.

Is there a reason people respond to bots in the comments? Do you think taking them to fuck off is going to hurt their feelings and they’re going to actually go away?

New sensory issue discovered! If bread is toasted too long it scrapes against my teeth when I’m chewing and makes me want to sew my mouth shut.

Going to Brooklyn to watch the fireworks. I’d like to think that since it’s a ticketed event, they wouldn’t sell more tickets than space available, but I’ve seen pictures and video of Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I’m doubtful. So I’ll be showing up at the last second so there won’t be too many people coming in after me and I won’t get boxed in. In situations like this I like to have an exit strategy and something to hold onto if things get crazy.