shit that goes through my head

I don't know how to make friends. Keep friends. Foster relationships. People like me at first, I think, but no one wants to hang out. I got depressed last year and stopped talking to nearly everyone and I don't think anyone noticed. When I try to make plans, people flake on me. I think there must be something wrong with me fundamentally, but I don't know what. And I wonder if I'm better off keeping to myself, if I'm so deficient. I don't have anyone to talk to about this, and my boyfriend is just going to think I'm being dramatic. If only I had a friend to talk to about it Iol

My parents told me last night that they voted for Trump, and I can't tell you how relieved I am to no longer be the family disappointment.

We're doing a fun thing called the Quarantine Sessions with a ton of other talent on Facebook. Tonight we recorded a jazzy bluesy version of Down With The Sickness by Disturbed that's pretty cool.

I'm not saying I have cute feet or anything. They're kinda gnarly because I've spent so much time standing. But I hear there's a market for everything.

Aight, nevermind then