microwut

just lost my mcfreakin mind on a conference call bc someone’s email was their first initial and full last name and it spelled m.othman

mike’s hard chamomile tea

*feels nothing* mmm, don’t like that *feels something but like, too much* mmm not a fan of that either

I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am

I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.