2 cats 1 gay

me: *is overwhelmed by things i absolutely have the time to do*

everyday i wake up and i go “god i’m so tired. i can’t do this anymore.” and then i get up and i continue to do it

dreaming of a world where heads and tummies don't hurt

sometimes I have brief moments of clarity like oh yes. love and joy should be guiding me and it will all work out. documenting so i remember to express this

ok well im going to build a good future for myself whether i like it or not

carbs are my best friends actually. i love rice and pasta and potato and bread and i don’t think “evil food” exists

Has anyone else noticed that it's bad

oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*

I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine