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we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away

Wednesday the 15th. What an excellent day. Middle of the week, middle of the month. Truly, we are in the middle of things.

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

And like who the fuck is this guy [gestures to reflection in mirror alone in bathroom

today i took the worst photo of a loon one can possibly take while remaining identifiably a loon

cleaned out the garage and found my old thinking cap from when i would think

I wish insomnia at least gave you more usable hours in the day instead of just more hours where you are stupid

my brain is trying to tell me that the plural of "moths" (already plural.) is "meeth"

"the thing about paranoia is well what if I'm right" no actually I'll do you one better. what if it's the fourth wolf-crying incident in a row and I successfully manage to talk myself down and convince myself that I'm imagining all the ringing alarm bells bcuz that's what I did the last four times. so I ignore it and look away. and then. specifically due to me relaxing and turning around. The Fucking Wolf.